Loving You Is Not An Accident: It's Destiny 197 Recover Fas

'Hmmm… the cold CEO is now officially back.' Ingrid thought as they both entered her office.

When they opened the office door, three bouquets of flowers are placed on her table.

"Wow… these flowers are so lovely…" Ingrid has this fascination over flowers.

She's easily swayed with romantic notion when her eyes fell on such lovely roses, Malaysian mums and lisianthus.

She hurriedly walks to her table to get the cards to read it, but before she could do so, Clifford had already seized it from her hand, reading it to himself. He frowned and his face darkened after, and immediately takes all the flowers and stomped his way outside her office and shoved it to Daisy's table leaving her confused of his actions.

Outsid the office...

"Next time, check who are sending the flowers to MY WIFE. Block any flowers coming from Sheldon Measley, Paul Keller and even Lance McNaught."

Daisy's body almost shook out of fear as she looks at the angry CEO. The color of her face drains away. She wanted to cry because she forgot how p.i.s.sed off the CEO before when Lance sent a bouquet to Ingrid.

Clifford slammed the door when he went back to Ingrid's office.

"Hey! Would you care to tell me who sent those flowers that make you so p.i.s.sed off?" Ingrid is confused of her husband's behavior. "…you scare the h.e.l.l out of that poor secretary, Clifford Briggs!" she scolded him.

Ingrid is dismayed of Clifford's display of att.i.tude and to the poor flowers, too.

"So tell me, do you like to receive flowers from Paul, Sheldon and Lance?? I can send you expensive flowers everyday! But never accept from those three idiots!" his face flared up in annoyance.

Instead of pacifying his annoyance, Ingrid laughs loudly which makes his irritation grows all the more. Ingrid is so amused when she looked at her annoyed husband.

"Are you mocking me, woman?"

Clifford steps forward to where Ingrid is standing, but his wife is still laughing at his expense.

"Oh no, no, no, my love… How can I mock my handsome man? Do you know that you look so cute when you get jealous…?" Clifford snorted at the trick of his wife.

"Are you challenging me now?" his voice is rough and hoa.r.s.e, his eyes glued to her, seducing her, coaxing her to give in to his charm.

Her smile faded when she noticed that Clifford is behaving differently and how dangerous his gaze is to her.

"Ugh… not today…" she laughed nervously.

Clifford chuckled looking at his nervous wife.

"I'm just jesting… I think I need to go before I do 'something' to you." He bends slightly and planted a kiss on his wife's lips.

"See you, later, love…" he said winking at her and then he left.

As he was leaving, he took his phone and called Gary to arrange the lunch for the employees.

'Ugh! I really need to recover fast…' she sighed as her gaze s.h.i.+fted to her casted arm.

After several weeks of their absence their works were piled up. The couple were so busy attending the paper works, signing it, and receiving the left and right calls. Daisy never left Ingrid's side so that she could a.s.sist her needs.

In the middle of their work, Daisy's alarm tone rings. She read it and then she slapped her forehead for being forgetful again.

"Excuse me young madam, but I forgot to tell you that you're scheduled to visit and check the models photo shoot today..."

"Oh, is it today? What time?" Ingrid straightened her back because of the strain she felt for sitting so long.

"It's past ten already and you're scheduled twenty minutes from now ma'am."

Ingrid heaved a breathy sigh. "Alright, let's go, I think I need some walking. Kindly arrange the doc.u.ments before we leave, Daisy." She stood up to prepare and looked at the mirror for her over all look.

Without delay, they arrived at the studio and immediately all of the staff stopped their work and acknowledge her arrival. She just nodded to them and with a wave of her hand, the photo shoot commenced. She sits beside the director, checking the models from head to toe and then she looks at the monitor again for their look on the screen.

She suggested some ideas for every model that would appear before her, how the whole look should come out for the endors.e.m.e.nt which the director agreed.

As she was discussing some ideas to the director, the final model entered, who is standing across Ingrid while all of the staff then hushed, some silently squealed which caught her hearing.

"What are they buzzing about?" she suddenly asked as she looked to the people on her left and right.

To her surprise even the director, who is a woman in her thirties, expressed excitement and her gaze is glued to the man in front of her.

She then s.h.i.+fted her stare to the object of the director's focus. Her eyes narrowed to the man who looked das.h.i.+ng in his suit. He's wearing a light gray blazer, dark blue s.h.i.+rt, white pants, and leather belt and shoes.

"Sheldon?" she uttered the name without a sound.