CEO’s Surrender: With You, I Can Never Win

CEO’s Surrender With You I Can Never Win Chapter 8

Dumbfounded at being mistaken for the new maid, Finley did not react for a moment. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Meanwhile, the housekeeper, Kate Jones, was getting annoyed with the strange newcomer who seemed a little slow.

Not once did Kate think that the strange girl in the living room was a guest. After all, no other women had been allowed to visit Turner Mansion.

Especially with that ugly face and cheap clothes…

“Are you deaf, Girl? What are you still standing there for? Chop chop! Get to work.”

Finley was about to explain who she was when the housekeeper started grumbling under her breath about dumb and lazy maids.

Tired and hungry, Finley decided to ignore the housekeeper.

She wasn’t stupid. After waiting for half an hour, that husband of hers hadn’t shown up yet. He must be lurking somewhere, waiting to see what she would do.

Finley tossed the uniform to the side and sat on the sofa.

Kate’s face turned red with anger, “How dare you! Get up! How can a maid relax on the sofa like this?”

Finley raised a brow at the housekeeper’s attitude.

Then she coldly said, “I never said I was the new maid.”

If she couldn’t even deal with the staff, how would she have the gall to take on the role of Mrs. Turner?

Kate blinked in surprise when the strange young lady said casually, “Sorry but I’m a friend of Mr. Turner.”

“You? How can you be Mr. Turner’s friend? I’ve never seen the boss have a friend like you before.” Finley chuckled dryly, “I’m one of a kind. Though if we were specific about it, I’m a new friend… and his new doctor.”

Finley went with her gut and blurted out the last part of her sentence.

Kate started guffawing. “You’re a doctor? You look like you’re barely out of high school.”

Finley didn’t take her doubts to heart.

Instead, she suddenly grabbed the housekeeper’s hand and placed her fingers on her wrist, taking the older woman’s pulse. Meanwhile, she narrowed her eyes and tilted her head to study the wornar’s face.

“Hey! What are you doing?”

‘told you, I’m a doctor. Shh, be quiet for a bit.”

“What kind of doctor

“A very good one. Now, shh”

After a few moments, Finley released the confused housekeeper’s wrist.

“Do you often have headaches, chest pains, dizziness, and shortness of breath?”

Kate opened her mouth but no words came out.

“That… That was what I was complaining to my doctor about last week. How did you know?”

Finley smiled, “I told you, I’m a doctor. In any case, you should keep your stress levels low and eat healthily. Monitor your blood pressure always.”

Kate’s eyes widened, “That’s what my doctor said too! Oh my, Miss. I’m so sorry for being rude. earlier. It’s just that the only women in here are maids. I thought the butler hired a new one. I’m Kate Jones, Head Housekeeper here.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Finley Keith.”

“Miss Keith, are you Mr. Turner’s new personal doctor?”

Finley nodded.

Doctor, wife, protector… Those were all the roles she would need to play.

As the two ladies started chatting, the man in question was upstairs watching the scene play out on the security monitor, a cigar between his fingers.

After a moment, the man put it out. What was the point when he couldn’t smell anything? Remembering the fragrance from Finley’s perfume bottle, he said to the man standing next to him, “Harry.”

“Yes, Sir?”

“Send her to my room.”

Harry spluttered for a moment, thinking that he misheard.

The man’s cold gaze burned and Harry hurriedly nodded, “Right away, Sir.”

Harry secretly wiped the cold sweat that appeared on his brow. Who was he to question the boss’s decisions?

When Harry arrived to lead Finley upstairs, she smirked. It seemed like her theory was correct. “Hi, Honey!” Finley said as she walked into the bedroom. Completely disregarding the man’s cold aura. She made no comment about how the room was completely monochrome and as cold as an ice cellar.

Treating the place like her house, Finley walked to the walk-in closet.

A sea of black greeted her.

Typical…

Despite the simple designs, Finley knew that one piece of clothing cost several times more than what she had on.

Casually reaching out a hand, she grabbed a random long-sleeved shirt and went to the bathroom to shower.

The whole time, the silent man on the couch did not stop her.

When she came out of the bathroom, Bryan was still in the same spot, reading a book.

Finley stopped to admire the view.

The more she looked at him, the more satisfied she was.

“I’ve got good taste,” Finley silently praised herself.

Smiling seductively, Finley approached the man and called out sweetly, “Hubby…”

Bryan felt the word like a phantom sensation down his spine.

He looked up at the freshly showered and unblemished face of his new wife.

That innocent and fair face contrasted greatly with the black silk shirt that she had on.

There was a slight blush on her face, perfectly completing the charming image.

Bryan watched as Finley flashed a shy smile at him.

She walked to the bed and lifted a knee to climb onto the bed.

The view of those long legs from behind…

Bryan’s eyes darkened and he immediately put the book down. Then he stood up and walked to the bed.