WINNING MY LOVELY SECRETARY BACK

Chapter 1 After undergoing the dilation and curettage operation, she was taken out of the operating room. However, Cira Lopez still couldn't fully understand everything she had experienced. When had she gotten pregnant? And suddenly suffered a miscarriage? The nurse took her to the ward and asked her: - Bed 1703, patient Cira Lopez. Do you have any family with you? Cira simply stared at the pale white ceiling and immersed herself in her thoughts, not hearing the nurse's question.

The nurse repeated: - Cira Lopez, where are your family members? Another nurse, who was adjusting an IV, intervened: - I'll take care of the registration. When the ambulance arrived, she handed me her identification documents and her bank card, saying that we can take care of the registration and payments directly. It seems she doesn't have... Cira followed the nurse's words: - I don't have any family. The smell of disinfectant filled the air. She curled up slowly, experiencing deep sadness for losing her own baby. She took a deep breath, and as she exhaled, uncontrollable tears began to well up in her eyes. Yes, she no longer had her baby. The dilation and curettage operation had weakened her greatly. She spent three days alone in the hospital. On the fourth day, Morgan Vega finally called her: - Miss secretary, after so many days of unjust absence, have you had enough free time? If so, come to the West Palace. Through the phone line, voices celebrating and a sweet and immature woman's voice could be heard. Cira wanted to tell him that she was in the hospital. However, before she could speak, Morgan repeated: - Miss Cira Lopez. She knew he was getting angry, so she swallowed the words that were already in her throat. She quickly took a taxi and headed to the exclusive club indicated, without even having time to complete the hospital discharge procedures. She even finished applying makeup in the taxi. When she got out of the taxi, she applied lipstick as she walked towards the club's entrance. She asked a waiter who greeted her: - Where is Mr. Vega from the Celestial Cloud? The waiter looked up and was surprised by the woman's beauty. He remained motionless for three seconds before hastily responding: - He's in Salon A001, I'll take you there. Cira nodded slightly and followed him to the mentioned salon. She knocked on the door twice as a courtesy signal and then pushed the door open. As soon as she entered, she sensed a strong smell of alcohol that made her stomach churn. Before she could clearly see everyone in the salon, she heard the cold and lazy voice of a man: - Our Miss secretary, Cira Lopez, has finally arrived. She will drink with you all and then we'll let the newly graduated girls in. One of the customers burst into laughter and said: - Miss Cira, you're really obedient. Mr. Vega asked you to come and here you are directly. However, it seems that your boss is not fair. He doesn't want to get the new girls drunk, so he called you to come and drink. With just one look, Cira understood what had happened here. Her eyes landed on the girl sitting to the left of Morgan. Although Cira didn't know her, the girl knew who she was. She said apologetically: - Cira, I'm sorry... Before she could finish her words, Morgan interrupted her, saying: - You don't need to apologize. If it weren't for your unjustified absence, you should have been the one attending the dinner. Everyone could sense the unfair treatment in his tone. But being a cold and indifferent person, she had never defended anyone before. Cira looked at the girl. She was around twenty-two years old, her hair tied up in a ponytail. She was wearing a long dress, and in this noisy and chaotic place, she looked like a poor little bunny lost in a den of wolves. Her innocent expression could evoke a lot of compassion in people. Cira slightly pressed her lips and approached with a smile, saying: - Mr. Hernandez, why are you drinking again? Be careful with your liver health... As the chief secretary of the Celestial Cloud Group, Cira was a sociable person. With a few words, she easily changed the awkward situation. Although she still needed to have a few glasses of red wine to lighten the mood, the situation was already much better than before. However, Morgan hadn't said a word to defend her. Amidst the noise, Cira heard the man's masculine voice, softly saying: - Are you tired? I'll take you home first. Cira had never heard him speak in this gentle tone during the three years she had worked for him...

Chapter 2

After finishing all the activities, Cira said goodbye to all the clients and accompanied them to their cars. Finally, she couldn't hold on any longer. She leaned against a streetlight, feeling her whole body sweating cold, not knowing exactly which organ was causing her those sharp pains. Her lipstick had smudged, leaving her lips pale. Morgan's driver noticed her abnormal state and, knowing the relationship between the two, said worriedly, "Miss Cira, I think you need to get in the car first?" Cira nodded slightly and headed to the back seat. Two minutes later, the door opened again. It was Morgan and the girl, standing together by the vehicle. It seemed like they wanted to get in the car, but they didn't expect to encounter Cira. Morgan furrowed his brow, blaming her for taking up a seat. The girl immediately opened the passenger seat door and said in a low voice, "Mr. Vega, I will sit in the passenger seat." Morgan slammed the door shut and ordered the driver, "First take Keyla Molina home." Cira closed her eyes, feeling weak and exhausted. Drinking alcohol so soon after an abortion affected her a lot... The car arrived at an old residential complex. Cira was half asleep when Morgan suddenly pushed her hand roughly. He said, "The alley is very dark and not safe. Accompany Keyla to her door." Keyla had a pair of big, clear eyes. Even in the dim light in the car, a sparkle shone in her pupils. She politely declined, "It's not necessary, sir. Cira is very tired, I can go up alone. I pass through this alley every day, it's a short distance." With that, she opened the door and got out. Through the window, she bid farewell to Morgan with a sweet smile, saying, "Mr. Vega, thank you. Remember to take Cira back home. Good night." Morgan's furrowed brow relaxed a bit, and he nodded in response, "Alright. Good night." Cira remained silent. The driver did not take her home either. As a reliable subordinate of Morgan's, he understood what Morgan meant with just a glance. He drove straight to the Costa Bella residential area, where Morgan lived. The two entered together through the door. Before he could turn on the light, Cira was pressed against the door by the man's chest. She felt his soft lips in the darkness and a hand slid under her skirt. Cira was a little scared and immediately grabbed his hand. She explained, turning her head away, "Wait... I'm on my period today." Morgan showed an expression of hatred and frustration. He said coldly, "Take a taxi and leave." As he finished speaking, he headed to the dining room. Cira turned on the light and saw him taking a bottle of water from the fridge. She raised her chin and drank, showing the attractive Adam's apple of a completely mature man. Morgan was the sole heir of the famous Vega family in the city of Las Costas. He had a perfectly outstanding appearance, but now there was an obvious part in his pants that did not match his impeccable image. In reality, only in moments of physical need would he take her to the villa in Costa Bella. It was an unspoken agreement since he "rescued" her from there three years ago. Cira did not leave immediately, but approached him while saying, "If you have such an urgent need, why didn't you bring Keyla here? You're interested in her, aren't you?" Morgan did not deny it and showed a slight smile. He asked, "Did you notice that?" It was so obvious... He also asked, "Where did you meet her? And who is she?" When mentioning Keyla, even Morgan's tone softened, saying, "I met her at Las Costas University two days ago. She's an art student who doesn't know much. I gave her a position as my assistant." Cira couldn't help but let out a cold laugh. Two days ago... When she was in the hospital for the abortion, he found a young lover who was still a university student... She extended a finger, sliding it from his shoulder, his chest, and then his abdomen, while showing an ambiguous look. She said, "How nice, a clean and simple university student. 'I prefer to keep her in her natural state,' Morgan replied, as his thumb caressed Cira's lips, continuing to speak in his hoarse voice. 'Besides, not everyone can acquire the skills you have after 'teaching and practice.' If you're on your period, cooperate with me in another place...' It's easy to teach, right?"

Chapter 3 Both of them went to the bathroom. The shower was on, like rain falling. When Morgan caught her under the water, Cira accidentally choked. Suddenly, she remembered their first encounter three years ago. It was also on a rainy day. Back then, her family had a small grocery store. They were not rich, but they were not in need either. The five members of the family led a peaceful life. However, her father fell into a trap set by others and accumulated a huge debt of one million dollars.

They had to sell the store, the house, and everything they had, but they were still short of three hundred thousand. With no options, the person who had deceived them demanded that they pay the debt by selling Cira. Her parents did not refuse... On a rainy night, she escaped in a hurry. Motorcycles roared behind her, like beasts playing with a weak prey. She lost her shoes, her hair was disheveled, and in front of her there was only an infinite darkness with no trace of light. She fell to the ground and several motorcycles surrounded her. When she thought her life would come to an end, a car stopped in front of her. She looked up and saw the car door opening. A pair of shiny leather shoes stepped into a puddle, the man's pants were clean and ironed. He held a large black umbrella and looked serious and distinguished. He protected her under his umbrella and said: -She is my person, I will not allow her to be harmed. The first encounter was so striking that Cira used to replay and embellish it over and over again in her dreams, until it was engraved in her memory and she could not forget it. Half an hour later, Cira came out of the bathroom with wet clothes. She took a candy and sucked on it while looking for clean clothes to change into, while Morgan was still in the shower. She hesitated to tell Morgan about her pregnancy and then the abortion. After thinking for three minutes, she decided to deny it. When he saved her three years ago, he had told her not to cause him any trouble. She was only his tool, in bed, in life, and also at work. She had to be clearly aware of her role. Furthermore, now he was interested in another woman and would not care about what she said. The next day, Cira went to work as usual. In the president's secretary's office, there were three secretaries in charge of different tasks. She had not actually been absent, as she had sent a leave request to the HR department when she was taken to the hospital by ambulance. However, Morgan had not even bothered to ask about the situation and assumed it was an absence. Although she had been on leave for so many days, she had handled urgent documents while in the hospital. However, there were still some pending tasks. She was busy all morning and did not even have time for lunch. At two in the afternoon, the manager of the finance department came to find her and informed her that there was an error in a document, a decimal error. Cira frowned, took the document, and read it quickly. She replied: -I did not make this document. -It was done by the new assistant, Keyla -said the manager. Cira paused for a moment and told the manager: -I have a certain relationship with Mr. Pérez. I will take care of solving this problem. The manager asked in a low voice: -Even if you can fix it, someone must take responsibility for such a serious mistake. Cira showed no expression and simply replied: -Whoever makes a mistake will be responsible. According to the company's rules, if a serious mistake is made within a month of being hired, one can be fired immediately. Soon, the HR department notified Keyla. In the midst of her busyness, Cira glanced quickly and saw Keyla packing her things, but in a careless and slow manner. The secretary's office was always very busy every day, and no one had time to pay attention to an incompetent assistant. Keyla left the office carrying a box and ran into Morgan. Ten minutes later, Cira received a call from the CEO's office, asking her to come in. When she entered the office with documents in her hands, she saw Keyla standing on the side. And Morgan was sitting in his desk chair, fiddling with a pen in his hands. With a cold and penetrating look, he said: -Explain.