Chapter 7 Forced To Agree

"Can I help you, sir?" She asked after closing the door to Gabriel's room. Again, her work to be interrupted because her boss kept interrupting her.

"Why do you seem reluctant to look at me, Ella?"

The woman rolled her eyes. "I'm busy, sir. Didn't you give me three days to provide samples that fit your criteria?" Bella had already given Gabriel several samples, but he always rejected her food because it didn't suit the American palate.

Did he think Bella was an immigrant? Did he think she wasn't a real American?

"This is the third time, sir, and tomorrow I have to finish it. If there's nothing important, I'll come back to work."

Gabriel wanted to tell Bella about the lie he had told his grandfather, but seeing Bella's reaction today, it might not be the right time to tell her. She looked tired and would probably go berserk if she heard his rather impulsive actions.

'Who was making her tired?'

Yes, Gabriel was self-aware that he was the one making Bella tired because he always refused and gave orders for Bella to go back to making new samples. No matter what, his tongue was too sensitive to foreign foods, and he wanted the food Bella made to suit his tongue, especially for spicy food.

"I actually called you here to ask about the project you made. Why didn't you show me the food you made today? I've been waiting since earlier."

Bella's brow furrowed, feeling unsure of Gabriel's words. "Weren't you the one who said to create something so perfect? Something so perfect can't possibly finish in such a short time."

Gabriel nodded awkwardly. He stood up and approached Bella. "Can I ask you a favor?"

Again Bella showed a suspicious look. "What kind of favor?"

The man paused, then clicked his tongue. "You don't have to ask."

"Heh?" the woman widened her eyes, not understanding this superior.

"I mean, right now you don't need to know, but someday you'll know what kind of help I need from you. You just need to confirm that you are ready to help me."

The hazel-eyed owner shook her head slowly. "Sir, I really don't understand."

"Yes, you will understand when that day comes."

Bella really didn't know what else to say. With each passing day, her boss was acting more and more unique. What was his purpose this time? Although it was a little suspicious, she couldn't refuse. If she refused, she could lose her job.

"Then I will agree to your request, but on one condition." She was out of her mind to ask her own boss for conditions, but the woman had to take advantage of her current situation. "Let's forget the events of that night, and never speak of them again."

Gabriel sighed in disappointment. "Why do you put conditions on me that are so hard to fulfill? You're too good to forget, Ella."

"Sir!" she screamed. "Then I won't agree to your request either." Her heart was racing. She had been presumptuous to her own superior. However, the woman could do nothing but give the offer. Bella could only hope that Gabriel would not get angry and dismiss her.

The man walked towards the window, looking up at the other tall buildings. If he did not agree to Bella's wishes, then his lie to his grandfather would exposed. The old man would obviously be furious and could immediately marry Gabriel off without his own consent.

"Well, I promise not to discuss the night we were together again, but I can't control my brain from remembering the events of that night."

"Why not?"

"Because ...." He hung his sentence, then turned to look at the woman, who still looked confused. "Come on, Ella. Can you control your own brain? You may have long forgotten about an event, but your brain suddenly returns to those memories without your control. However, I will keep my mind and my mouth from talking about our passionate night."

Bella looked away, while letting out an annoyed breath. The man was so blatantly stating an incident she desperately wanted to forget. Why did Gabriel often tease her with the phrase 'night of passion' when he met her? In fact, she really wanted to forget everything, but Gabriel always reminded her of that night. A night full of warmth for the man, but a night full of bad luck for Bella.

"In that case, I still refuse, sir. You must try to forget the events of that night. You must not remember it, even for a second," she said in an icy voice.

"But..." If he refused, then all his lies would exposed. "Fine, but you must also promise to always help me, no matter what the circumstances. You can't refuse if I need you."

"Alright." A second later, her eyes widened. "Uh, wait a minute, so you're saying that I should always be available whenever and wherever you need me? Oh, that can't be, sir. I have a lot on my plate."

Without feeling guilty, Gabriel shook his head. "Too late, Ella, you've already said yes. The consent you just said is irrevocable." He waved his hand. "Then you can go out." His smile was clearly triumphant.

"But, sir. I ...."

"Should I repeat myself a second time?" The face that was originally warm instantly became gloomy. His voice turned icy, showing that Gabriel wanted no more rebuttals and counter arguments.

Bella could only sigh in despair. She knew her boss's personality was sometimes fickle. Sometimes childish, sometimes ignorant, sometimes ungrateful, sometimes stern, and sometimes gloomy like now. Does that man have an alter ego?

Bella leave the room without another word. There was no point in arguing and refusing the wishes of the number one person in this company. Disobeying him result in her dishonorable expulsion. Her job and career were her top priorities, so inevitably she had to comply with Gabriel's requests. Likes it or not, she must accept all of his boss's requests, even if they are ridiculous.