Chapter 266
Married to the Boss: A Love in Disguise Chapter 266
Judy had always known that she was good. Many people praised her for being good. She didn’t know
why Lumma praised her made her blush with embarrassment. “Lumma, do you really think I am good?”
“Of course!” Lumma rubbed her head. “But I’m going home today. Let’s go out and y together
sometime when I’m free.”
“I really can’t bear to let you go.” Judy hugged Lumma again. And the two went downstairs together.
Adam was in the living room on the first floor. When he heard footsteps, he looked up and saw that
Lumma was fully dressed. He knew what she wanted to do without asking her. “Are you leaving?”
Lumma nodded. “Mr. Hills, I caused you troublest night.”
Adam got up. “Come with me to the study.”
Lumma followed him upstairs again. This was the first time Lumma came to the third floor of the vi.
There was a master bedroom, a cloakroom, and a study on the third floor.
Just a study room covered an area of tens of square meters. The decoration was simple and elegant,
but there were many books in it, just like a library.
The book ced in the most conspicuous ce was out of print. Lumma searched for it for a long time
but couldn’t find it. She didn’t expect Adam to have it here. “Mr. Hills, have you read all these books?”
“Yeah.” Seeing Lumma entering the room and staring at the book on the bookshelf, Adam saw that she
liked it very much. “If there are books you like here, you cane here and read them.”
It must be inconvenient for her toe to the study room at his home often. Lumma thought of a better
way. “Mr. Hills, why don’t you lend me two books, and I’ll take them home and read them, and return
them to you after I finish reading them.”
Adam said, “It’s not impossible. But you have to promise me one thing first.”
Lumma asked, “What’s the matter?”
“How much do you remember about yesterday?” Lumma hadn’t shown much real emotion since she
woke up. If he didn’t know her well, Adam would definitely be deceived by her disguise.
Velez said that the disease should be worked out soon. And it couldn’t be dyed. Otherwise,
Lumma’s sufferingst night would be in vain. So Adam made a firm decision to let Lumma face the car
ident head-on today.
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Lumma was slightly taken aback. “Mr. Hills, what are you talking about?”
Adam added, “You suffer from post-traumatic stress disorder.”
A simple sentence, but only a few words, each word was like a huge stone thrown into Lumma’s heart,
making the calmness she tried so hard to pretend instantly vanished.
She had to work hard to control her emotions so that she could barely keep her usual smile.
Lumma felt that as long as she didn’t admit it and did her job well, Adam couldn’t be sure that she had
a mental illness. “Mr. Hills, I’m mentally healthy. How could I suffer from post-traumatic stress disorder?