Fall into CEO’s Love Trap

In the brush with Steven Glendon Abbott Benson’s pace had a momentary pause, but only for a moment, the next second he walked towards Cecilia Glendon with determination.

The corridor is not narrow, but after he got close, Cecilia Glendon somehow felt like her heart was being squeezed by an invisible hand, so she couldn’t breathe, and the surroundings seemed to become instantly cramped.

“It’s been a long time.” To solve this suffocating feeling, Cecilia Glendon took the initiative to raise her hand and shake it in greeting.

Just as her hand was raised, the man in front of her squeezed her wrist, followed by a force that slammed her directly into the wall.

Cecilia Glendon’s back hit the wall with a thud, causing her to frown slightly and a muffled grunt to escape from the corner of her mouth.

As if hearing the sound of her pain, Abbott Benson lifted his lips mockingly: “What, does it hurt you too?”

Abbott Benson would like to strangle the woman in front of him if he could!

The first time a word left without a word, all these years no news at all, once again meet she can so easily say to him long time no see?

“You let go of me.” Cecilia Glendon struggled a little and tried to pull her wrists out of his hands, but his strength was not ordinary, and Cecilia Glendon just gave up.

“Abbott Benson, this is a public place, please be considerate of your status.” She gave up her struggle and raised her eyes, looking at him with a cool, faint gaze.

Abbott Benson sneered, “If you left, why did you come back?”

“This is my business, not yours.” Cecilia Glendon frowned.

“It doesn’t matter … what a good one!” Abbott Benson’s other hand suddenly grabbed Cecilia Glendon’s slender waist and held her down into his arms, “Since it has nothing to do with me, what’s with that baby?”

His tone was icy and his movements rude, almost snapping Cecilia Glendon’s waist.

But it was the words that came out of his mouth that mattered to Cecilia Glendon.

“The baby is mine.” She said through clenched teeth.

“You can have that kid without the old man?!” Abbott Benson’s voice was low, almost a growl.

Cecilia Glendon didn’t say anything, just looked at him through clenched teeth.

Abbott Benson’s eyes glowed faintly red in the light, his gaze cold and hard.

He was hating her.

Cecilia Glendon saw it coming.

Five years of time will be his eyebrows polished more sharp and cold, he has long faded away five years ago the gentle, now the only thing left is ruthless.

Cecilia Glendon has never missed a thing about him in the past five years. She knows that he has the Hall family under his control, and although he hasn’t divorced Jamie Hall yet, now at his word, Jamie Hall will be kicked out of the Benson house immediately.

The reason he hadn’t been doing so, Cecilia Glendon dreaded to think it was because of herself.

“Abbott Benson, it ended between us five years ago.” Cecilia Glendon lets out a mental sigh.

“Hmph.” He seemed to sneer as he slowly approached her.

Cecilia Glendon thought he was going to kiss her and hurriedly looked away, but he just came up to her ear, his wet, sticky lips next to her earlobe, and said word for word: “Between us, as long as I don’t say let you go, you’ll be mine for the rest of your life!”

Cecilia Glendon froze, and before she could look back, Abbott Benson let go of her.

Suddenly leaving this strange and familiar embrace, her heart is surprisingly a little empty.

And he stood two steps away from her, his handsome and arrogant face was full of mockery: “Cecilia Glendon, if you want to get rid of me, you have to ask the child if she agrees.”

He said, turned around, and added, “It is the blood of the old man that flows in him.”

Cecilia Glendon reacted now, her fists clenched as she looked at Abbott Benson’s departing back.

The words he said when he left meant that she was going to have to get out of his way, that is unless Steven Glendon didn’t exist.

Abbott Benson, what is he trying to do?

Although Cecilia Glendon knew that some things would not happen the way she wanted them to on her trip back, she never imagined that Abbott Benson would still be thinking about her after all these years.

The thought of disturbing her peaceful life.

…

Cecilia Glendon returned to her hotel room, where Steven Glendon was already dutifully lying in bed.

He changed his own pajamas, changed clothes folded on a chair aside, only the bedside sleep light on, the room light is a little dark.

Cecilia Glendon walked over to the bed, sat on it, and nudged Steven Glendon.

Steven Glendon was indeed nudged awake and after rubbing his eyes asked, “Doing what?”

“That guy just now, do you know him?”

“Acquaintance.” Steven Glendon froze for a moment and nodded, “My father.”

“Yes, your father …” Cecilia Glendon swooned for a moment at the epithet before saying, “What will you do if he wants you?”

Steven Glendon shook his head, “He wouldn’t want me.”

“Why?”

“He doesn’t care about me as a son.” Steven Glendon sat up from the bed, cross-legged, his small, delicate features set in a face that was, for the moment, rare and somewhat serious.

“Just now in the hallway, he clearly knew I was his son, but he didn’t even look at me.”

Cecilia Glendon stroked her son’s head, probably without even realizing it, and his words hid some aggression.

“He didn’t turn out to be like that.” Cecilia Glendon said, “He turned out … to be a very gentle person.”

A man so gentle that Cecilia Glendon couldn’t bear to leave.

When I first met him, he was grumpy, but after being with her, the two rarely quarreled.

Cecilia Glendon is bad-tempered, and Abbott Benson’s temper isn’t much better, but he tolerates her.

The five years she hurt him too deeply, hard to let the original one he are gone.

“Mom, will you let him take me?” Steven Glendon looked at Cecilia Glendon’s somewhat out of breath face, took her hand and asked softly.

“Of course not.” Cecilia Glendon backhanded him and clasped his small hand in her palm, “No one can take you away from me.”

“That’s good.” Steven Glendon smiled, “Then go to bed, it’s late, you have work tomorrow.”

Cecilia Glendon came over and kissed him on the forehead, “I’m sorry, son.”

“Welp, I don’t want your apology.” Steven Glendon pushed Cecilia Glendon’s hand away and went back under the covers.

Cecilia Glendon looked at him and smiled for a moment before getting up to get her clothes and go to the bathroom to take a shower.

…

This night Cecilia Glendon did not sleep well, she always dreamed of the events of five years ago.

The previous scene in the hallway by Abbott Benson into his arms always appear in the dream, stirring Cecilia Glendon headache.

This sleep went straight to sunrise.

When she woke up, Steven Glendon was no longer in the room and there was a small note from Taylor on the bedside table, written by Steven Glendon.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

He said he went upstairs to play with Aunt Luna Miller and the others and told her to come up when she woke up.

Cecilia Glendon rubbed her vaguely throbbing temples and got up from the bed.

Casually washed and changed clothes, painted a light makeup and then went upstairs.

It was Maggie Oliver who answered the door, and as soon as she saw Cecilia Glendon she smiled with delight: “Sister Cecilia Glendon, you’re here.”