Bought For A Baby, Kept For A Lifetime-Chapter 224: Seduce Someone

Clara could glimpse Andrew’s rigidly handsome face behind Anne subtly, his expression still hadn’t changed at all, it was as if he had nothing to do with their current exchange.

A wave of relief filled Clara and she discreetly let out a soft sigh of relief before glaring up at Anne who suddenly burst out laughing in a light bell like sound that made her face look even more alluring.

"I was just kidding, don’t look so serious. You couldn’t possibly take off your own underwear on purpose, who would do that?"

Clara released a shuddering breath, quite relieved that Anne had later dismissed her words as a joke, so even if Andrew heard what she said about Clara earlier, he wouldn’t think too much of it.

Clara had just opened her mouth to speak when she was suddenly cut off by Anne,

"You would only do that unless you wanted to seduce someone. Using your body as bait to lure a man in, you couldn’t possibly have taken off your bra for that right?"

Clara clenched her fingers around the arm of the guest chair in the office, beads of sweat were slowly gathering on her forehead.

The most important thing to her was her image in Andrew’s eyes, she wanted him to continue seeing her as that pure untainted flower who wouldn’t so much as entertain even the slightest bad thought in her mind, it was only if she maintained this image in his eyes would he look at her differently from other women, would he think her as unique and worthy of him.

"But who could you possibly think of seducing while coming to the director’s office?" Anne suddenly added thoughtfully as if she didn’t really mean to say it out loud but was actually just contemplatively thinking about it in her mind.

Anne suddenly gasped dramatically, the sudden sound made Clara startle slightly like someone whose secret was on the verge of being exposed. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

"Could it be you wanted to seduce... director Sterling?" Anne showed so much disbelief in her eyes as she stared at Clara with wide eyes then slowly turned to look back at Andrew as if wary that he had heard what she feigned to be a whisper but was loud enough to be heard even outside the office.

Anne didn’t know if she was seeing things, but she thought she caught a light smirk on his lips, one that seemed to hold a hint of pride and another emotion beneath the surface.

"You’re wrong!" Clara quickly blurted out through gritted teeth and Anne turned back to her.

"I...I didn’t realize my shirt was see through, I took it off because the straps were uncomfortable...I didn’t mean anything by it." She explained in a voice that faltered occasionally, Clara had never been embarrassed like this before nor had she ever been made to feel so nervous. Her anger towards Anne right now was sky high, but she could only control her emotions.

Clara had worn a sexy looking pencil skirt that hugged her hips and showed off her perfect figure, paired with a designer white shirt. She had deliberately picked that specific shirt this morning because she had this thought in mind.

Andrew would realize Anne was pregnant with some random man’s child, he would look at her in a different light and compare her to Anne, he would see she was pure and Anne was a whore, in order to push it even further she had decided to take off her bra to test his masculine senses.

The shirt was tight enough that her nipples could be seen clearly. Clara had taken off her bra and lifted her skirt in a nearby washroom before coming to the office, and in doing so some random male assistant had fixed his eyes on her chest, something that happened often whether or not she left her nipples showing temptingly or not, and to her delight, the idiot had eventually collided against a wall because his eyes were concentrated on staring at her nipples instead of focusing on where he was going.

Clara had felt quite happy and vindicated when he made a sound of pain as he hit the wall, her body wasn’t for random assistants to look at, it was for a man as remarkable and of a high position as Andrew Sterling.

She had seen the news, he would soon be appointed as CEO. He absolutely had to be hers, he was powerful without the company’s backing and he would be even more powerful as the CEO, Clara couldn’t stand to even imagine losing someone like this when she had steadily worked on getting him for years.

She didn’t expect Anne would walk in and tear her plan apart by so openly pointing out her body which Andrew hadn’t even once lowered his gaze to look at since she had come in.

Other men’s eyes rested first on a woman’s chest before her face but in his case, it would be considered lucky if he even looked at someone’s face.

Clara had expected him to look at her at the very moment he would internally compare her to Anne in his mind, she didn’t expect...

Her glare on Anne’s turned even more hateful, even more heated.

’How dare you...I won’t let this go!’

"Oh, so that’s what happened. Well we can’t have you walking around looking like that, after all you came here for me right? Here take my jacket." Anne took off her jacket and handed it to Clara with a good natured tone to her voice.

Clara couldn’t choose to not take the jacket, begrudgingly she took the jacket from Anne’s outstretched hand, along with that snatched her Louis Vuitton bag from Anne’s hand.

Clara suddenly looked embarrassed, her grip on the jacket Anne just handed her tightened, she fisted it so hard, squeezing it while still glaring at Anne as if she wished Anne could switch places with the jacket.

"And thanks for the effort Clara, if I wanted to be pitied for being pregnant, I would have come this whole way to ask for a break myself, don’t worry, I can still walk perfectly fine, my legs are still functioning as you can see."

Clara forcefully controlled her breathing, her chest rising and falling with suppressed rage.

"Dummy." Andrew’s rigid voice suddenly cut through the tension in the air inside the office and both women’s eyes snapped in his direction.

Clara’s heart was beating fast, was he talking about her?

However she soon realized his eyes weren’t on her... again!

"If you give away your jacket to just anyone, won’t you get cold?" Andrew’s tone held a hint of reprimand and a small hint of gentle warning. He seemed to give Anne an admonishing look before shifting from his reclined position on his seat, with a swift yet elegant movement of his fingers he unbottoned his coat and shrugged it off, tossing it in Anne’s direction and she reflexively caught it.

"Wear it, now!" He commanded nonchalantly but still fixing his gaze on her as if waiting for her to wear it first.

Bitterness came too fast. It rushed down Clara’s throat like someone being force fed something she hated immensely.

Why...why did this always happen to her?

Her eyes slowly filled with tears as she stared at Andrew painfully but he neither glanced her way nor notice how hurt she looked.

When he did, his gaze was harsh and empty, devoid of any feeling, neither feeling like he was looking at her nor noticing her,

"You should know that my time is too precious to spend indulging irrelevant gossip. Who is pregnant, who isn’t, who lives or who dies in this company, has nothing to do with me. Don’t step in my office again if you have nothing important to say."

Clara suddenly felt like his words had transformed into a large palm slapping her right in the face.