Marilyn looked at Malcolm with a frown. She thought, "This clingy bug, I really wanted to slap him."
"Lynn, why do I feel that you want to kill me with one palm?" Malcolm asked with an evil smile.
Her cute face had such an expression.
It was just as cute as when she was a child.
Marilyn said angrily, "Since you know it, why don't you get away? Malcolm, I'm warning you. I have a temper too. Get out of my way!"
"I'll send you back." Seeing that Marilyn was angry, Malcolm did not dare to provoke her.
He knew that she was stubborn enough.
Marilyn raised her fair wrist and glanced at her watch. She looked at Malcolm and pointed at the time. She teased, "If you didn't block my way, I would have arrived at the gate of the company. I can reach the apartment in 15 minutes by walking. But if you send me back by car, I can only reach home in at least half an hour because of the traffic jam. Why should I do that?
"Go and play with the young girls. Don't hang around in front of me all day. I am a married woman and I'm not interested in you!"
Hearing that, Malcolm was not annoyed and still smiled evilly. He had thought that he was a cold person by nature until he was caring for another person.
He suddenly understood that there was no cold person in this world. She was the only one he was warm with.
"Lynn, don't say this too early. Maybe one day you will fall in love with me." His thin lips curved, his gaze burning.
He would make her fall in love with him slowly.
Marilyn blinked her beautiful eyes and looked at him.
She frowned and sneered again, "Malcolm, who gave you the confidence? Do you think that every woman around you would fall for you?
"That's right. You are handsome, capable, and rich. You are the type that women like, but not the type I like."
The last sentence struck Malcolm a little.
He thought, "I am not the type she likes?
Then what type does she like? A type like Roland?
Or, did she say so just to prevent me from getting close to her?"
Malcolm's handsome face suddenly turned cold and emotionless.
An ice-cold aura, mixed with a sense of oppression, spread out from his body, making the atmosphere even more oppressive.
Marilyn was slightly stunned. "What? This stingy man is angry?
Did I say anything wrong?"
"Mr. Lowe, you..."
Before Marilyn could finish, Malcolm turned and left.
Marilyn looked at his lonely back and could only hold her head in pain.
How could this man be harder to serve than Laverne?
His uncertain personality was very similar to the rumors.
He was the one who provoked her first, so why was he the one who got angry first?
"Never mind. He's a man, but so petty," Marilyn muttered to herself as she walked to another elevator.
She had something important to do when she returned. She had a hunch that something would happen tomorrow.
This kind of thing happened several times, and every time it made her have a strong premonition.
She hoped that this time was not too miserable!
When Marilyn waited for the elevator, she saw that there were magazines and financial reports about Malcolm on the display rack not far away.
She casually picked up one of them, flipped through it, and found that Malcolm was photogenic.
He was dazzling and naturally possessed a unique charm.
Marilyn smiled and said to herself, "Malcolm, if I had a smooth life, I would have fantasized about a handsome man like you. Unfortunately, I don't have that life."
Marilyn laughed at herself again.
Malcolm had just come out of the bathroom when he heard her words. All his unhappiness disappeared in an instant.
Marilyn was clearly bewitched by him, but she refused to admit it.
Alright. If she didn't admit it, then he would force her to do so.
"Lynn, do you really not need me to send you home?"
Marilyn suddenly heard Malcolm's words coming from behind her. She immediately looked back and saw Malcolm looking at her with burning eyes.
She frowned and asked, "Why haven't you left yet?"
Malcolm pointed to the bathroom and said, "I'm leaving. I just wanted to go to the bathroom before leaving."
Marilyn quickly turned her head and felt a little panicked. "Did he hear what I said just now?
If he heard it, how embarrassed would I be in front of him for the rest of my life?"
Malcolm knew that Marilyn was thinking if he had heard her words just now. He had not only heard it, but also heard it clearly.
However, there was a big problem now. He knew Marilyn's identity and knew that he was the father of her children, but she was not interested in him or any man.
She was not even interested in Roland, who treated her very well. Malcolm was afraid that there was not any other affection in Marilyn's heart, other than kinship and friendship.
Seeing that the elevator had yet to come up, Malcolm smiled and asked, "Lynn, do you believe in love?"
Marilyn suddenly looked up at him. She felt quite strange, "Why would he ask this?"
She couldn't help but think of Mrs. Remington's words.
She sneered, "I believe in love unless it's snowing in June."
Malcolm frowned, not expecting her to answer like this.
Marilyn took the opportunity to say, "I met Mrs. Remington today. She said that you are waiting for a woman. And the woman is called Lynn. Is this reason why you call me Lynn?"
Malcolm quickly shook his head and smiled. "She's already back."
Marilyn was puzzled for a moment.
She widened her eyes in shock and said, "Mr. Lowe, we have eaten together twice, haven't we? Just tell me, which beauty is so lucky? And you stay away from women for so many years."
Her beautiful face was full of curiosity and her eyes were bright and beautiful.
Malcolm saw it and said devilishly, "Lynn, are you interested in gossip, either?"
Marilyn glanced sideways at him. At this time, her mood was inexplicably much better. She smiled and said, "Mr. Lowe, gossip is a woman's talent. Now is the time to get off work. There is no rule in the company that I can't gossip after work.
"And there is gossip about you. All the women and men in this world are curious.
Malcolm laughed heartily.
"Malcolm, why do you laugh?" Marilyn glared at him. Didn't the rumors say that he was cold and heartless?
A single gaze of him could scare people to death, not to mention a smile.
Malcolm looked at her. "You even dare to call my name after work."
It was rare for women to call him by his name.
But Marilyn often did it. He felt comfortable and liked her calling him that.