Mr. CEO's Young Mistress

"I almost tore my room upside down this morning but still couldn't find it, while he comes home, looks around casually, and finds it?" Sharon thought to herself  incredulously. 

Sharon frowned and looked at Leonard, her face full of suspicion. 

"Why does something smell fishy about this?" she wondered. 

Leonard ignored Sharon's questioning gaze and calmly changed the topic. "Aren't you going to open it?"

Sharon looked at the gift box on the table and shook her head. She looked at Leonard and said in a low voice, "Nope, since I'm going to return it anyway."

"She's going to return it?" Leonard thought.

Shock flashed in Leonard's eyes for a second as he gaped at Sharon. 

Sharon didn't say much. She narrowed her eyes at Leonard and muttered, "Master Leonard, did you really find the gift box in my room?"

"Mm-hmm." Leonard's eyes had widened slightly, but his tone when he replied was straightforward as usual. 

Sharon was puzzled.

"Maybe I did miss a spot." Sharon suspected in her head. 

As Sharon was thinking, she saw Leonard standing up from the sofa out of the corner of her eyes.

Sharon looked at him warily.

Leonard threw Sharon a glance before heading towards the stairs. 

climbed the stairs to the second floor and disappeared into the study

......

study room, Leonard sat in a large office chair behind his desk and opened one

identical to the box

for a few seconds. Then, his cold eyes narrowed as he slammed the drawer

......

installed near Bluesky University's basketball

sorry, Simon, but I can't accept your present." Sharon handed a bag that held the gift box

with him just

it to you as a present, so I can't

at his gloomy expression apologetically "I'm sorry."

to go through all of this. It's

...

...

lightly. She looked at him sincerely and said, "Simon, I know nothing I say will make you

his fists and looked at Sharon. He said hoarsely, "If you really feel sorry, accept the present. I

...

I accept your

me as a friend, please don't make this look worse than it already is, okay?" Simon's face

held onto the bag clenched,

could she, when he was

continued to insist, he would feel even worse.

you a question?" Simon stared at Sharon and