Fall into CEO’s Love Trap

Susan’s appointment with Abbott Benson was in a tea room.

That place is rarely known and can be said to be cold.

When she arrived, she still surveyed the store with some suspicion.

“Sister Cecilia Glendon, go inside.” Susan said.

“Is this really the place?” Cecilia Glendon expressed doubt.

“Of course.” Susan said, “There are so few people here, no one will notice.”

This is where Susan first met with Abbott Benson.

“Okay.”

“I’ll keep an eye out for you guys outside.” Susan waved her hand.

Cecilia Glendon couldn’t help but laugh at what an age it was to put the wind up.

But expecting Susan to be kind, Cecilia Glendon didn’t say anything, just thanked her and walked in.

This tea room is really very cold, the lobby is all empty, only the waiter at the front desk.

The waiter saw Cecilia Glendon enter and smiled slightly, “Please follow me.”

I think Susan had taken care of it before, so the waiter knew which room to take Cecilia Glendon to at this moment.

Cecilia Glendon followed behind the waiter and slowly made her way inside.

When she entered the backyard, she realized that there was something else inside, the door of each small room was closed, and she could hear the faint sound of talking coming from inside when she passed by.

No wonder there’s no one in the front room, it’s all here.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

In the middle of thinking, the waiter walking in front of him had stopped: “Please.”

“Thanks.” Cecilia Glendon thanked politely.

The waiter smiled and nodded, before turning to leave.

After she left, Cecilia Glendon pushed the door into the tea room.

There was a man sitting at the table inside, and he turned his head to look over when she pushed the door in, with the usual icy coldness in the depths of his eyes.

Only the original coldness was directed at others, but now it is directed at her.

Cecilia Glendon felt mockery in her heart, and the corners of her mouth lifted in an arc with a sneer.

She walked over and sat down, right in front of him.

Abbott Benson doesn’t seem to have changed much, still the same as Cecilia Glendon remembers, her long fingers holding the glass, which is empty.

Cecilia Glendon swept a glance and spoke lightly: “Aren’t you married, why don’t you even wear a wedding ring?”

Abbott Benson’s hand lurched and glanced at her, then set the glass down and withdrew his hand, “Not used to it.”

“Heh.” Cecilia Glendon hooked her lips and smiled lightly, but did not say anything mocking, she opened her bag, took out a key from inside, and a bank card fee, put it on the table, and pushed it to Abbott Benson, “Since we broke up, then your things, I should also return to you.”

The key, which was once given to her by Abbott Benson when Cecilia Glendon first moved there, and the Taylor bank card, which she had returned numerous times and which he had confiscated.

Seeing these two items, Abbott Benson’s gaze deepened for a few moments.

“I never take back what I give away.” He said.

“So this is the breakup compensation?” Cecilia Glendon looked at him steadfastly, her gaze sharp, not giving him a chance to avoid it, “So the Benson Master is so generous with his breakups.”

That Taylor bank card, but several million.

“You don’t have to do this.” Abbott Benson’s voice was low, “Can’t we just get along?”

“Is it good riddance?” Cecilia Glendon sneered, “Abbott Benson, I’d rather you didn’t marry Jamie Hall for me, I’d rather you didn’t love me anymore before you had to break up with me.”

Because he wanted to save her out, because he wanted to protect her, so he compromised with Benson senior, only to marry a woman he hated …

How else can she get together and make up?

Even if it is no longer possible between them, she will not be at peace in her heart in this life.

Abbott Benson’s hands clenched slightly, averting his eyes from her.

He thought she was angry because he was married to Jamie Hall, but never thought that the reason she was angry and sad was because of what he had done for her.

There was a slight ache in his heart, for her, and for himself.

“You can keep the card, just to make me feel better.”

“But I don’t feel good about it.” Cecilia Glendon said.

Abbott Benson frowned slightly: “Cecilia Glendon,” he called her name, still as helplessly stern as before.

Cecilia Glendon’s tears suddenly came down all at once, and she didn’t wipe them, didn’t even move, as if she didn’t realize she was crying: “Do you think you’re doing this for my own good? No, not at all. You want to get rid of me, you can throw me in jail for those six years, then I can be completely dead to you …”

“But what’s this now? You’re tied to Jamie Hall for the rest of my life because of me … Abbott Benson, are you trying to guilt me for the rest of my life?”

She said this with aggravation in her face and voice.

Abbott Benson even feels like she’s dying of aggravation.

He let out a long sigh, in the end, he couldn’t bear it, got up and walked over to her and swept her into his arms.

“There will be someone better to love you.” He whispered in her ear, “Cecilia Glendon, you will meet a better man than me.”

“Can’t meet …” Cecilia Glendon grabbed the corner of his coat, crying on and off, even the wound on her abdomen came with a very clear pain, but she just pretended she didn’t feel it.

“I can’t make any promises to you right now, you understand?” Abbott Benson said, “I can’t afford to divorce Jamie Hall when the marriage license is sitting at Grandpa’s. And I don’t want you to take the blame for being a third party.”

Abbott Benson knows better than anyone else how much Cecilia Glendon hates the identity of a third party.

When he was just Jamie Hall had a marriage contract she refused him in all kinds of ways, not to mention that he is now married.

“So we’re never going to be able to?” She asked.

Abbott Benson didn’t answer, just held her a little tighter.

It’s as if … this separation will never be seen again.

He didn’t say anything, and Cecilia Glendon gritted her teeth and hugged him back hard.

If there is really no more possibility, then today, is their final goodbye.

…

When I came out of the tea room, it was already too dark to see outside, and there were only a few faint street lights along the road.

“Sister Cecilia Glendon.” Susan greeted, just now Abbott Benson has left, she wanted to talk to Abbott Benson, but look at his red eyes, in the end did not dare to say a word.

“Could you please, take me back?” Cecilia Glendon asked, looking up at Susan.

“Sure.” Susan said.

She drove here today.

“Thanks.” She gathered the scarf around her neck, Greenwich, as if it was getting colder.

Greenwich is not snowing, but the temperature is not much lower than the north.

After getting into Susan’s car, Cecilia Glendon gave the address of Debby White’s house and leaned back in her chair to sleep.

She wasn’t asleep, she simply didn’t want to talk or see anything.

Her hand still pinched that Taylor bank card, to the point that the money, she also still could not return Abbott Benson.