A Heaven-sent Sweet Child Falls Asking for Hugs-Chapter 18: He’s Not a Demon, He’s a Madman

Jasper Ford spent the whole morning wiping his hands with a handkerchief.

Caden Chandler stood silently to the side, wiping away cold sweat as he watched. When he saw that Jasper Ford’s hands were becoming swollen from the constant rubbing, he couldn’t help but speak up. "Boss, you’ve been wiping your hands ever since you got back from the hospital. Could you be having an allergic reaction? Should we go see a doctor?"

"That won’t be necessary." Jasper Ford was simply disgusted with Wanda Quincy. He tossed the handkerchief into the trash, casually flipped open a file, and then his eyes landed on a bank card lying on his desk. "Where is Vivian Quincy?" he asked.

"She’s probably still in the warehouse," Caden Chandler replied.

Jasper Ford thought of that feisty woman. He closed the file, picked up the bank card from his desk, and said, "I’m stepping out for a bit."

It was lunchtime, so the main office was quiet. Jasper Ford barely saw anyone on his way to the warehouse, but upon arriving, he found all the warehouse employees were present.

The supervisor never expected the CEO himself to show up. Assuming he’d done something wrong, he scrambled over, his voice trembling. "Good afternoon, Mr. Ford."

"Where’s Vivian Quincy?" Jasper Ford’s sharp, cold gaze swept across the area.

The supervisor froze, surprised that Jasper Ford was looking for Vivian Quincy. "She stepped out," he said quickly.

"It’s her lunch break. Where could she have gone if not to rest here at the company?" Jasper Ford’s eyes narrowed dangerously, and an intense wave of displeasure rolled off him.

The sudden, oppressive aura made the supervisor break out in a cold sweat. He shuddered and explained, "She went out to lunch with her boyfriend. She should be back a bit later. Did you need her for something, Mr. Ford? I can call and have her come back right now!"

’Out to lunch with her boyfriend?’

Jasper Ford didn’t say a word, but the air around him grew noticeably colder.

The supervisor was a nervous wreck. He called out cautiously, "Mr. Ford?"

Jasper Ford tightened his grip on the bank card he had intended to return to Vivian Quincy. His thin lips pressed into a sharp, cold line. "When she gets back, tell her to come to my office."

The supervisor nodded profusely, only letting out a sigh of relief once Jasper Ford was far in the distance. ’He’s terrifying. The boss is absolutely petrifying when he’s angry.’

’How does this Vivian Quincy manage to upset the boss so often? If this keeps up, I’m going to have a heart attack from fear!’

An hour later, Vivian Quincy returned. The supervisor rushed over to her. "The boss came looking for you earlier! He was furious! Why are you running off on dates during your lunch break instead of resting here? I was nearly scared to death by him!"

"What did he want with me?" Vivian Quincy asked. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"How should I know?" the supervisor said. "Just hurry upstairs. Don’t keep the boss waiting."

With a heavy heart, Vivian Quincy did as she was told and went upstairs.

Everyone in the secretarial department was napping, so no one noticed Vivian Quincy as she walked in. She began to wonder if Jasper Ford was even there. Cautiously, she pushed open the door to the CEO’s office.

Empty!

Vivian Quincy glanced around. Seeing a door to her left, she called out, "Hello? Is anyone here?"

There was no reply, but she could clearly hear sounds coming from within!

Vivian Quincy pushed the door open and stepped inside, shocked to find a massive private suite within the CEO’s office. It had a living room, a dining area, a kitchen, and every electronic appliance one could possibly need. Even a teacup placed casually on the table looked priceless. ’No wonder Wanda Quincy is so desperate to latch onto Jasper Ford,’ she thought. ’A man who can afford a whole luxurious skyscraper like this... He’s just too rich!’

She called out twice more, but with no response, Vivian Quincy decided to leave. As she turned, she walked right into a cold, hard wall. She let out a soft whimper of pain.

A merciless coldness glinted in Jasper Ford’s deep-set eyes. He instinctively gripped her chin, his voice dripping with scorn. "Making such a provocative sound. Are you trying to seduce me?"

"I... I wasn’t!" Startled by his sudden move, Vivian Quincy tried to back away. Her wide, frightened eyes were somehow both lively and alluring.

’Vixen! And she claims she’s not trying to seduce me!’

Jasper Ford’s gaze grew even more dangerous. "I told you to come to my office, not to enter my private suite. Who are you putting on this innocent act for?"

His undisguised mockery and contempt made Vivian Quincy deeply uncomfortable. Refusing to back down, she explained, "I called for you from outside. You didn’t answer, so I came in. I’ll leave right now."

The tall man blocked her path, unmoving. When Vivian Quincy couldn’t get past, she reached out to push him. Her warm palm pressed against his cool chest, but before she could push, he grabbed her by the wrist.

"Playing hard to get?" Jasper Ford sneered.

"I am not!" Vivian Quincy said indignantly.

"No? Then why did you cry out so loudly? Did you want everyone outside to think I was doing something to you?" Jasper Ford’s voice was sharp, his arrogance as wild and unrestrained as a demon’s.

Overcome with shame and indignation, Vivian Quincy forced herself to remain calm. "Fine, I won’t make another sound. Can you... please move a little further away?"

Her pale fingers were braced against Jasper Ford’s chest as he leaned in. Her slender fingers trembled. Jasper Ford was shirtless, and her fingertips were prodding against his firm pecs. ’It feels nice to the touch, but he’s just so terrifying!’

She didn’t dare meet his gaze. Her cheeks and earlobes were flushed pink, making her look the very picture of innocence.

If Jasper Ford hadn’t known about Vivian Quincy’s relationship with Jeremy King, he might have truly lost control.

No man could resist a girl who looked so pure.

’But she’s also undeniably filthy!’

With a look of utter disgust, Jasper Ford pulled away. "Take the card on the table," he snapped, "and get out."

Vivian Quincy quickly scurried past him and grabbed the bank card from the table. She realized it was the same one she had thrown at him earlier, but now it was snapped in two!

"Why is my bank card broken?" she asked, baffled.

"I broke it," Jasper Ford stated, his tone cold and arrogant.

"Why?" Vivian Quincy was starting to get angry.

Jasper Ford turned back to her. "Ask again, and I won’t mind breaking you in half, too."

A chill ran down Vivian Quincy’s spine. ’He’s not a demon, he’s a psychopath!’

Grabbing her broken card, she fled faster than a rabbit.

Jasper Ford looked down at his chest, at the spot where her fingers had pressed against him. A faint red mark remained, clearly from how hard she had pushed. The tactile sensation lingered, but strangely, he didn’t feel disgusted.

’That filthy woman really knows how to reel a man in!’

The more Jasper Ford thought about it, the filthier Vivian Quincy seemed. He had just gotten out of the shower, but he went back in to wash himself again. Still, he couldn’t get the image of her out of his head. Annoyed, he grabbed his phone and made a call. "Set up a cafeteria downstairs. Starting tomorrow, all company employees are forbidden from leaving the premises during their lunch break."

Caden Chandler was utterly baffled when he received the call. "The company already has a dedicated cafeteria, Boss. Have you forgotten?"

Jasper Ford’s expression darkened. ’That Vivian Quincy! The company has a cafeteria, yet she still runs off to go on dates with men! Juggling Jeremy King with one hand and my own nephew with the other... she’s really playing all her angles, isn’t she!’

Jasper Ford said sharply, "From now on, anyone who dares to eat lunch outside the office will have three days’ wages deducted."

"Right, I’ll go draft the notice immediately." Caden Chandler nodded again and again. He would do as he was told, but his mind was filled with questions. ’Why is their brilliant, formidable boss suddenly micromanaging such a trivial matter?’