Submit to the Boss He Rules the Boardroom and the Bedroom

Chapter 080

Lucia called a car and when she arrived at the other house, it was exactly half an hour later. Lucia walked through the door and saw Turner tidying up the living room Turner saw her and a light flashed under her eyes, "Ms. Mitchell... you're here.”

Lucia nodded at her and curled her lips into a smile, "I'm here to pick up my stuff.” "All your stuff is in the bedroom and I've packed it all up. Let me go get it down for you." Lucia said softly, "No, I'll just go by myself." Although she hadn't lived here for long, she still had some affection for it. Turner nodded and left her to fetch it herself. Lucia took a deep breath, went up to the second floor, and returned to the bedroom. Seeing the luggage placed at the end of the bed, she felt some complications. Once her things were moved out, the room was suddenly a bit empty. She took a deep breath, took her wedding ring and keys out of her pocket, and placed them gently on the desk. She then pulled up her luggage and was about to leave. This short marriage was really over here. Biting her lip, Lucia couldn't help but feel a sourness in her heart when she thought of August and the woman behind him. She expected so much from this marriage that she ended up being more disappointed. Lucia pulled her suitcase, stepped out of the room, and was just about to close the door behind her when footsteps came from the corridor

As soon as she turned around, she saw a tall figure.

August stepped forward and frowned involuntarily when he saw the luggage Lucia was pulling in her hand. He forced himself to be patient and asked in a cold voice, "What are you doing?" She left without asking his opinion. He wouldn't let her go so easily. Lucia drooped her eyes, not looking at him, and said word for word, "I'm here to take my luggage.” They were already divorced and she should move out of the other house to draw a line in the sand with him. Not hearing the man's voice for a long time, Lucia sucked in a cool breath and whispered, "I put the wedding ring and keys on

the desk.”

After saying that, she took a step to leave him. Suddenly, August grabbed her arm. Feeling a tremendous force, Lucia was pushed back to the bedroom and the luggage directly fell to the ground. After August closed the door, the next second, Lucia was pressed against the door. She felt August's aggressive strength wrap around her instantly, and it was then that she caught the faint smell of alcohol on

him.

Being pinned against the door and having both hands pressed directly above her head by August, Lucia was ashamed and

annoyed, "August, you... let go of me!"

August bowed his head slightly, his voice low and husky, questioning, "When did I allow you to leave?" Hearing him say that, Lucia was shocked and angry, "We are already divorced!" If she still stayed in his home, his bedroom, and his bed, then she really became the primary three! When he heard the word "divorce", August frowned. The next moment, he said in a deep voice, "I don't care.” Lucia's eyes widened in shock.

She couldn't have heard it wrong! How could he be so domineering!

She gritted her teeth and said fiercely. "August, you're crazy.”

August answered beyond the question, raised an eyebrow, and said softly, "Anyway, you're not allowed to leave until I give the word.” "You..." Lucia gritted her teeth in anger, "I don't care! I just have to go!"

August lifted her chin with the bottom of his eyes covered with blood as if he was holding back something.

A moment later, he moved his lips, and his voice was much softer, "After Grandma found out about our divorce, she fell ill when she returned to the old house. Can you bear to see her like this? Lucia froze and didn't say what she was going to say Grandma was sick?

"Really?

August said in a hushed voice, word for word, "She treats you well and our divorce was a big blow to her."

His words caused Lucia to feel a pang of shame. She took a deep breath and was a little overwhelmed She knew Grandma was good to her and she also didn't want to see her sick

August said in a deep voice, “Lucia, only you can help me now Lucia was at a loss for words, "How can I help...?" August hesitated for a moment and said, "You go back with me to see her and don't mention the divorce for a while" Lucia froze, puzzled, "Is this... okay?" The day would come when the lie was known. Grandma might be even more unbearable when she knew the truth Seemingly reading her thoughts, August said softly, his eyes darkening, "At least don't leave while she's sick and I'll explain to her later Lucia bit her lip, not knowing whether she should say yes to him or not, but when she thought of Grandma, who was already gray-haired, she couldn't help but want to say yes to him.

She took a deep breath and finally gathered her courage to look up at August, whispering, "I promise you..."

Just for Grandma.

When he heard those words, August's eyes darkened. He let go of her, then withdrew a step and reached out to pull her over to the desk. Holding up the wedding ring and keys, he said in a deep voice, "You keep these for now." Looking at the glowing ring, Lucia felt very complicated, and she didn't know whether she had made the right choice or not. She bit her lip and said, "I have to say first that I will only act with you in front of Grandma.’ On other occasions, they remained in a divorced relationship. August pursed his lips and said lightly, "Hmm." Lucia had mixed feelings when she came out of the other house. She came to get her luggage, but she took nothing with her when she left. Because August wanted to look good in front of Grandma and she didn't know how to refuse him. Back in the neighborhood, Lucia walked home in a daze. Within a few steps, Mrs. Mitchell's voice came up behind her. "Lucia?"

Lucia turned around and saw Mrs. Mitchell and Betsy *Mom, you're not home yet?" Mrs. Mitchell rushed up to her, "Where have you been?"

Lucia starnmered, I. went to see a friend.”

“A friend? What friend?" Mrs. Mitchell, full of suspicion, came closer and frowned, "Why do you smell like alcohol? Have you been drinking?” Lucia was a little guilty, pulling her to go home, “No, mom. Let's go home." Seeing this, Betsy rushed forward, “Lucia, I and your morn were just talking about you! Why don't you go sit at my house to chat and drink some tea with my son?"

When Lucia heard that, she was very disturbed.

She had just managed to escape August, and now there was another neighbor's son. She was really out of her depth.

“Mom Betsy, I'm not feeling well and I'm going home first." Lucia stammered, dodged their tugging, and walked home quickly If she continued to stay at home, Mrs. Mitchell would probably find all the single young men of the right age in the neighborhood to give her a match, Biting her ip, Lucia took a deep breath with mixed feelings

it seemed that she would have to find a way to move out of the home.