Chapter 61- admit

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Chapter 61 of "Dating the Bossy CEO Next Door" begins with suspense: Chapter 61: Chapter 61- admit Lilian gathered her things, ready to leave. "All right, that’s it for... Don’t stop reading!

Chapter 61: Chapter 61- admit Lilian gathered her things, ready to leave. "All right, that’s it for today." "Pleasure working with you," Karl smiled in response. After that, they left the café and went their separate ways. On her way home, Lilian’s phone rang. It was Laurent—sent by Tiffany to quietly gather news about today’s meeting. Unlike Linda, who was brazen enough to directly ask Karl, Tiffany preferred to have Laurent discreetly find out how Lilian and Karl got along. After all, the two supposedly spent the whole afternoon together at the café. Lilian hesitated for a moment, composing herself before answering. "I think he’s nice. We have similar personalities and get along well." In truth, after their agreement, they hadn’t exchanged more than a few words. Karl had immersed himself in the book he brought, while Lilian was glued to her phone. Hearing this, Laurent was genuinely pleased. "Lilian, I’m really glad to hear such good news before I leave for A.T." "How about this—once you and Karl find a time, my brother and I will take you both out for a meal before I go." Lilian almost choked in surprise. "No, no, that’s not necessary." Laurent laughed. "What’s the harm in that? A meal together, and my brother and I can get to know him a bit better—see if he’s really a good match." Lilian felt overwhelmed. "Really, it’s not necessary—" Laurent mistook her hesitation for the shyness of a first-time girlfriend and took the initiative to decide. "Done then. Once you two pick a time, just let me know." And with that, the call ended. Lilian was completely flustered. Two people pretending to be in a relationship, going out to eat together — and with her brother Laurent, no less. It felt way too much like meeting the family. But now there was no turning back. She had no choice but to grit her teeth and ask Karl to join the meal. After all, Laurent would be leaving for A.T. soon and they wouldn’t have many chances to meet up again anytime soon. For her brother’s sake, she had to put on a good show. Morrison was out of town on a business trip for about a week, just after Lilian and Karl’s matchmaking weekend. He wouldn’t be back until the following weekend. During his trip, Linda called him, all excited. She told him that Karl was getting along really well with the girl he had introduced, and that they both liked each other and had already started dating. Linda was so proud she couldn’t stop bragging: "Your dad said they weren’t a good match, but look at them! They fell in love at first sight and are already an item. Hmph!" "That’s why I only pair people who truly belong together. No blind matches from me." But Morrison didn’t share her enthusiasm. He bluntly poured cold water on her excitement: "You actually believe Karl’s words?" He knew his little brother Karl well enough. The guy was all about his research these days. How could he possibly fall head over heels so fast? Whoever could win Karl’s heart that quickly must be something else. Besides, Karl might seem obedient and well-behaved in front of Linda, but Morrison knew better — the kid was sly and cunning. Linda asked, puzzled: "What do you mean?" Morrison snorted. "I mean you’re probably being played. Karl’s not actually dating anyone." Knowing Karl like he did, Morrison was sure the guy was capable of pulling a stunt like this. Linda refused to believe him. "Don’t talk nonsense. Karl would never lie to me. He just got dressed and left, said he’s going out for dinner and a movie with his girlfriend tonight." Clearly defeated by Morrison’s cold attitude about Karl, Linda quickly changed the subject. "Well, about Monna—" After successfully playing matchmaker for Karl and Lilian, Linda was feeling confident about her matchmaking skills. She was already planning to set Morrison up with Monna next. But before she could finish, Morrison cut her off coldly: "Monna’s taken. Don’t try to match us anymore." "Wha—?" Linda was crushed. "How could she? Didn’t she always like you?" Everyone knew Monna had a thing for Morrison. So how did she end up with someone else so fast? Linda was both disappointed and upset. Morrison teased her: "Women change like the wind. You should know that by now." Linda huffed but kept prying: "So who’s Monna with then?" Morrison just replied casually, "You know who." Linda got frustrated. "I know tons of people. How am I supposed to guess who you mean?" Morrison gave a smirk. "Just know it’s not me. Anyway, I’ve got things to do. Bye." He wasn’t really in the mood to argue. His mind was elsewhere—he’d just tried calling a certain girl and the call wouldn’t go through. It wasn’t that her phone was off—just that no one was answering. Morrison’s worry only grew. After ending the call with Linda, he tried calling her again. Still no answer. His impatience boiled over. He wanted nothing more than to rush back to Burg Eltz right now, to see what was really going on. He couldn’t call Dave or Laurent, though. If they asked questions, they’d get suspicious immediately. So there he was, pacing anxiously back and forth in his hotel room. Norton, who had come along on the business trip, popped his head in to discuss work. Seeing Morrison’s restless pacing, he chuckled and teased, "What’s wrong? Looks like you’ve caught lovesickness or something." From the outside looking in, Norton and Sean both agreed their boss was way too wrapped up in some girl from finance. Of course, Morrison would never admit it. They’d tried to pry about how things started—and ended—between the boss and the girl several times, but he clammed up every time. So the brothers could only guess that Morrison had definitely fallen for her... but how deep that was, they didn’t know. Maybe it was just a passing infatuation. Or maybe he was utterly devoted, guarding her heart alone forever. Norton’s teasing broke through Morrison’s tension for a moment, and Morrison shot him a sharp look, "Mind your own business." Then he threw a curveball: "When are you gonna invite me to your wedding?" Norton’s face immediately paled. "How many times do I have to say it? I don’t have feelings for her. That night was just a drunken mistake. She said herself it never happened." There was a bitter edge to Norton’s words—like he still resented the whole thing. Morrison laughed. "You say you don’t have feelings for her?" He turned and sat down on the sofa nearby, eyes sharp as daggers locking onto Norton. "Do you dare look me in the eye and say that again?" Norton held his gaze for a second, then quietly looked away. Morrison pressed on. "You slept with her, yet you still have the nerve to say you don’t like her? Remember, she was the one drunk that night, not you! If you didn’t want anything, she could’ve forced you?!" "A-actually, she was the one who pinned me down—" Norton protested weakly, only to be cut off mercilessly. "If you really didn’t have feelings, how did your thing get hard?" Norton: "..." Boss, could you please tone down the vulgarity? Seeing Norton finally lost his stubbornness, Morrison softened his tone a bit. "Don’t think I don’t see through your little feelings. Otherwise, why do you think I always send you on projects with her? Because I know you like her." Morrison wasn’t just a businessman; he was a master at reading hearts. Norton’s feelings had been obvious for a long time. When Morrison took on the project with Monna, part of the reason was to give Norton more chances to interact with her. After all, Norton and Sean weren’t getting any younger, both still single, and as their boss, Morrison had to think about their futures. Monna was a good girl. Morrison himself wasn’t interested since he had no feelings for her, but if Norton and Monna got together, he’d wholeheartedly approve. Norton was top-notch in character and ability, and Monna, despite working in beauty, was honest and sincere. He’d known her for years, and even though she was a little feisty, she was straightforward and genuine. "Ahem—" Embarrassed at being caught, Norton stammered, "Could you please use another word? I appreciate her, that’s all..." Morrison grabbed a pack of cigarettes nearby and threw it at Norton. "Why so stubborn? Is it really that hard to admit you like her?" Norton tilted his head to dodge the pack, clearly flustered but trying to fight back, "Well, is it really that hard to admit you like Miss Washington?"

Chapter 61- admit

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