Trapped In Lace

"I don't know which flavor of plum tea you like, so I asked them to pack up all six flavors," Henry said, trying to coax her.

Hearing that, Lea lifted her quilt and sat up. She saw six bottles of tea displayed in front of her.

Plum oolong tea, plum black tea... 'What the hell?'

When she raised her head, he shuffled nervously in front of her. "Um...do you like to drink any of them? That's all they have in the store."

She had been irritated with him at first, but after seeing the way he acted around her, she couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Lea gazed at the drinks that were displayed right in front of her. In her eyes, all of them looked the same.

All she wanted was the distinct sweet and sour taste that the plum tea had.

She took a bottle from the table and began to drink as if she had just been through a marathon.

Henry moved towards her. "You can't drink them all in one gulp. Just take them one at a time."

She almost choked in her tea as she raised her eyebrow. "Do you really think I'm that much of a pig? How the hell could I finish all of these in one go?"

In fact, when she finished drinking, there was still half a bottle of tea left in her hand. She handed it to Henry who drank it all up.

Shaking the empty

previous life that she could have Jack as her husband in this life.

However, Rachel didn't hear them, and even if she did, she didn't care about it.

They all envied her happiness, not knowing what had happened between them in their past.

All they could see was the scene presented in plain sight—that Jack had spoiled her too much that he allowed her to eat and watch movies during the meeting. As the boss, his wife should know a thing or two about the business.

Rachel felt it impolite to have snacks while the other were having a meeting. Jack walked over, got a remote control and pressed a button. Slowly, a curtain fell from the ceiling.

It had separated her from the conference table. In fact, from the outside, it was difficult to see what was behind it.

Her eyes widened.

"What's this?" she asked.

"Partition curtain."

She rolled her eyes. "Of course, I know that."

'Does he take me for a three-year-old?'

The curtain closed around her like a small compartment.

As long as Rachel kept quiet, no one would be able to know that there was someone inside.

Indeed, when his workers came one after the other, they didn't even notice her. His office had incredibly high ceilings, so their voices reverberated across the room.