Being Pursued By Ex-husband

Chapter 586

Charlize dreamed about the day she first met Spencer, probably because of her flashbacks earlier. In fact, she even relived that nightmarish class gathering.

However, in her dream, the person who confessed his love to her wasn't her classmate. It was Spencer instead. Her classmates encouraged her to accept the proposal like how they did in the past, but in the dream, she didn't say no. She said yes while blushing.

Right after that, her classmates began clamoring, urging them to kiss.

Charlize was stunned as she stared at Spencer, who lowered his head and was about to plant a kiss on her lips.

It wasn't until she heard the alarm clock that she realized she was merely dreaming.

The thought of her dream made her cover her face in embarrassment. That was so embarrassing! How can I dream about Spencer kissing me?

She touched her burning cheeks for a while before calming down and going to freshen up.

Charles always woke up early, so when Charlize descended the stairs, she saw her brother having breakfast at the dining table. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

“Good morning, Charles.” Charlize was evidently in a good mood.

Charles, however, wasn't. After glancing at her, he nodded. “Mhm.”

Charlize's phone rang right after she finished her breakfast.

When Charles spotted the name of the caller, he scowled.

Meanwhile, Charlize was taken aback. It's not even working hours yet. Why did Spencer call me?

She glanced at her brother's darkened expression and hastily returned to her room with her phone. “Mr. Lacroix?”

“Mr. Lacroix?” Spencer arched his eyebrow.

Feeling somewhat troubled, Charlize inquired, “What should I call you, then?”

A while later, Spencer answered, “Call me by my name.”

“I don't think that's a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“Because...” Charlize thought about it and couldn't come up with a good reason.

Then, she glanced at herself in the mirror and changed the topic. “I've just finished breakfast, so I haven't reached the company yet. Do you need something, Spencer?”

It still feels weird to call him by his name.

“I'm at your place right now,” answered Spencer.

Charlize was astonished. “Why are you suddenly here?”

A momentary silence ensued before he said, “Didn't I tell you I'd pick you up last night?”

“Ah! Oh, yeah. I'll be downstairs soon!” Upon ending her sentence, Charlize hung up the call. I absolutely won't admit that I didn't hear a thing he said last night.

Expeditiously, she grabbed her bag, put on her shoes, and dashed downstairs, not wanting to let Spencer wait any longer.

Charles was reading the newspaper, still assuming he would be sending her to the company. Hence, he was surprised to see Charlize bolting down the stairs without even glancing at him.

He was stunned momentarily before he tossed the newspaper in his hand aside. “Charlize!”

In response, Charlize halted her steps. “What's the matter, Charles?”

She felt slightly guilty when she thought about Spencer waiting at the entrance.

Staring at her, Charles questioned, “Why are you running? I'm still here.”

Charlize didn't have the nerve to look at Charles. “My friend's here to drive me to work.”

“Friend?” Charles' eyebrows knitted together. Does she have a friend I don't know about? Something's not right...

“I see. Go ahead, then.” As he spoke, he waved his hand.

Charlize heaved a breath of relief. I was worried he was going to ask me which friend.

“I'll be leaving for work now, Charles.” The moment she ended her sentence, she dashed downstairs.

Charles followed her and saw a black Phaeton parked at the entrance. Through the windshield, he saw Spencer in the driver's seat.

“So this is the friend you're talking about?” inquired Charles while approaching his sister.

Charlize, who hadn't entered the vehicle yet, shuddered and turned to face her brother guiltily upon hearing his voice. “Charles.”

Instead of responding to her, Charles stared at Spencer coldly. “Our family has many drivers and cars. You do not need to pick Charlize up personally, Mr. Lacroix.”

It was evident from his icy tone that he was in a foul mood.

Yet, Spencer wasn't afraid. “Charlize is my girlfriend, so it's only natural that I drive her to work.”

He paused, then continued, “Besides, Charlize is now working at my company. It's more convenient for me to pick her up.”

Charles didn't want to argue with Spencer since Charlize was present. Regarding Spencer with a frown, Charles spat, “You're just in a relationship, that's all. You don't have to be so confident, Mr.

Lacroix.” It's still undecided who Charlize will marry in the end.

Charlize, who understood the hidden meaning behind Charles' words, blushed. “Charles!”

Not wanting to anger his baby sister, Charles merely said, “Be careful on your way.”

With that, he walked back into the Johnson residence.

Embarrassed, Charlize got into the car and explained, “Don't mind my brother, Mr. Lacroix. He's just worried about me.”

However, Spencer wasn't concerned about that. “What did you just call me, Charlize Johnson?”

Charlize dreaded hearing Spencer calling her by her full name. He would often address her as “Ms. Johnson,” so whenever he mentioned her full name, it meant she did something horribly wrong.

After over a year of working as his secretary, she had become conditioned to apologize to him whenever he called her full name. “I’m sorry, Mr. Lacroix,” she said out of reflex.

Upon ending her sentence, she realized she had made the same mistake.

For the first time in her life, Charlize wanted to sew her mouth shut. Why can't I change the way I address him?

After gazing at her for a while, Spencer drove to the company without saying a word. He couldn't be bothered to criticize her.

It was quiet in the car, and Charlize couldn't tell if Spencer was angry or not.

The vehicle stopped at the first traffic light after leaving the residential area.

While stealing a glance at Charlize, she noticed Spencer was looking at her, too.

When their eyes met, Charlize felt embarrassed and guilty. “I wasn't looking at you. I was looking at that street lamp—”

He turned in the direction she pointed randomly at and saw no street lamp. “Are you sure about that?”

In response, Charlize wailed inwardly. I wish I was a mute.

Spencer frowned slightly when she fell silent again. “Charlize.”

“Yes, Mr. Lacroix?”

Spencer gave up on making her change the way she addressed him. “Are you afraid of me?”

Charlize shook her head. “No, I'm not.”

Judging from her reaction, I'd be an idiot if I believed her words. Pursing his lips, Spencer handed her the present that he didn't get to give her last night. “I wanted to give you this last night.”

Charlize was surprised. He's treating me so nicely now that he's my boyfriend! Not only did he pick me up early in the morning, he even prepared a present for me! I'm so touched!