10- Take it off

Steven pulled her all the way inside the designing team and shoved her to stand facing the chief manager, Clara, who was 29 years old and known as the beauty queen of the KYEO company.

"She is the person I talked about." Steven informed her before commenting to confused Abby, "Introduce yourself."

"Huh?" Abby flashed perplexity towards Steven.

Leaving a sigh, Steven took charge of introducing her to Clara. "Her name is Abigail, and she is a she is a final year student. She's going to work here as an intern. I want you to be her senior."

Abby's focus flew to Clara once after sensing his last sentence spoke for friendliness.

"Sure!" Clara asserted and scattered a kind smile, which earned a scrutinized glance from Abby.

Abby couldn't help but keep scanning Steven's response, whether it was going to be a kind one or a professional one.

He spilt a brief smile and left.

"Gotcha!" She dictated with beaming eyes as if she found something special relationship between them.

"Abby?" Clara called her while Abby's cautious gaze was still on Steven, who was just past the exit.

"Hmm?" Abby responded right away.

"Sorry. May I call you like that? I see the name Abigail sounds like a bit formal." Clara dictated with a guilty smile.

"No, no. I'm okay with it." Abby accepted it wholeheartedly, contributing a kind smile.

After that, Clara introduced Abby to everyone, who had been waiting eagerly to get to know Abby since the CEO came to drop her off by himself.

"Who is that woman? Is she really your wife? Are the rumors true? Answer me! My head is about to burst out in confusion!"

Levi was screaming to know the truth, walking here and there in front of Steven inside the office as Steven did his job without minding Levi.

Levi tapped on the table in curiosity and snatched Steven's death stare, and he left right away as if he didn't care about anything anymore.

At the design team office, everyone gossiped through the chat instead of doing their work while Abby was in the process of finishing Clara's task.

"She is looking so good. She is my exact ideal type!" One of the young male staff enthusiased typing that.

"What would be the CEO's relationship with her?"

"Cousin?"

"He is an orphan."

"Friend or any higher-up's daughter?"

"Recently, a rumor that our CEO got to run away with the pride had spread over social media. Is she that woman?"

Everyone's judging glance falls over Abby at the same time.

Abby yawned, which caused her to catch all of their suspicious, raging eyes on her.

Instantly, they switched back to the work as if nothing happened.

"What just happened?" Abby was drenched with confusion. "Anyway!" Dodging it, she began to arrange the punch of files in the corner of her table.

Abby's father was coming along the hallway looking for the CEO's office. He twirled open the door and got a glimpse of Steven's glance.

"Who are you, sir? How did you come in?" Levi queried, rushing to block him.

"Levi!" Steven called him.

Instantly, Levi stopped blocking him.

"I want to talk to you privately," Abby's father flared informally.

Levi emptied the room once after receiving permission from Steven.

The same day at night.

While Abby was watching TV, he revealed, "Your dad came to visit me today."

Fear occupied her face right away. She ran to him and sat at the dining table directly opposite to him with flashing expected eyes. "What did he talk about? Did he ask for me?"

Observing her portrayed eyes, which disclosed her anxiety, he declared, "He asked me to be careful with you. He said you are the little version of the devil."

"Aish! Don't make fun of me. Just say!" Abby's feet beat with excitement while her face expressed tension.

"He wants me to take care of you." He proclaimed.

"Is it?"

"Yes!" There was leaden guilt crawling through his eyes.

"You are hiding it. My father isn't that kind of type." Abby assured, drooling at his dinner plate, which was full of meat.

"He's right! She doesn't believe it." Steven thought to himself. Somewhat, he smiled a bit as she kept flashing bargaining glances at his meat.

"I cooked some for you too." He said.

Her eyes brightened like a bulb. "Really?" She spoke enthusiastically before running to check the bots.

"She can't sleep if she doesn't eat."

Abby's father's dictation flickered in front of his eyes as he witnessed her energetic aura while transferring all the meat on her plate.

"There is some rice too!" He pointed out the bot.

"Meat is enough for me!" Her voice disclosed her desire as she came and sat back at the dining table with the dinner plate.

Steven sighed as if he realized she was an adamant woman who wouldn't listen to anyone. He then continued to have his dinner.

Munching the meat, she interrogated him, "By the way, do you have any secret relationships with Ms. Clara?"

"Give me back my meat!" He extended his hand to snatch her plate.

"No! No! I won't ask." She zipped her mouth and opened it only to shove the meat inside.

After that, while Abby was chatting with Annie, giggling herself and looking at the phone, Steven queried, "Was that the man you have a crush on?"

"Haan?" Abby seethed mad before asserting, "Yes! But not now!"

"As if," Steven muttered to himself. "I saw you struggling to avoid him." His dictation triggered her beast mode.

"Did I look like facing trouble to avoid him?" Her voice diffused with enragement.

"Exactly!" He chuckled softly, teasing.

"He's no matter for me now. I moved on from him already!" She asserted, straightening her posture as if she were ready to pick a fight with him.

"You didn't seem like that," Steven kept that teasing tone again that irritated her in every way.

Without thinking straight, her mind picked up the fighting mode effortlessly. Immediately, she crawled onto him, snatched the remote as their hands fought like a sword fight, and she threw it on the sofa before interlocking his hands over the sofa's handrest.

Glaring intensively at his eyes, which disclosed his comfort of their proximity, she roared, "I can avoid him easily!"

"Then why did you ask me for the help?" Steven sarcastically asked.

"That's not the help! You are my husband right now." She dictated casually and firmly.

"But we are a contracted couple," Steven reminded her memory.

She wrinkled at him and breathed anger before profoundly saying, "I will use you for my needs as long as I have this ring on my finger. If you don't obey, I will take off this."

Steven responded with a mocking chuckle, "Take off it if you can."

She uncuffed his hand and sat on him by dropping her buttocks slightly lower to his pelvis, right at his bulging area.

Steven's eyes widened instantly, fixing on her, which exposed a botherless attitude as if her all attention was on taking off the ring in front of him.

As soon as she touched the ring with the intention of taking it off, its grip went loose magically on her finger, which shot another shock to his already throbbing heart. As it came out of her finger effortlessly, conflict rented his face.

"See!" Abby showed it to him with a dignity-beaming face.

Steven was stuck between sexual arousal and confusion.