CHAPTER 143: CHAPTER 143: HOW WILL HE MAKE HER STAY

He seemed to have forgotten that Nina Sinclair’s job nature was to go wherever she was needed.

She wouldn’t stay in one place for long.

After saying it, Nina Sinclair seemed determined and continued, "Anyway, we’re just together because of an agreement, so there’s nothing wrong with separating."

In truth, Nina Sinclair had a bit of an avoidance intention.

She didn’t want to stay under the same roof with Julian Lancaster anymore; she feared she would fall deeper.

Listening to Nina Sinclair’s words, Julian Lancaster frowned tightly.

He could sense that Nina Sinclair was eager to leave him, so was she still unable to forget that dream lover? Could it be that she’s using work as an excuse to find that man?

Recently, he hadn’t been paying attention to Nina Sinclair’s work situation.

If according to Nina Sinclair, her work at Zenith was done, then there was indeed no reason to stay.

Nina Sinclair didn’t want to become a pestering person; she pretended to be relaxed and smiled, "I still have to thank you for this period, you’ve helped me a lot."

"You’re welcome, it’s what I should do."

Julian Lancaster could instantly hear the second meaning in her words, and his heart sank heavily. Nina Sinclair only felt gratitude towards him, without any other feelings.

He absent-mindedly said, "We’ll talk after you finish your work."

In the evening, the two lay in bed together.

Nina Sinclair stared at the ceiling, feeling that this might be one of the few chances they had to share a bed.

She tossed and turned unable to sleep, and unexpectedly, Julian Lancaster had fallen asleep, and with a poor sleeping posture, he had his limbs draped over her.

Nina Sinclair was a bit helpless, and she gently rearranged his arms and legs.

Moments later, Julian Lancaster once again placed his limbs over her.

After a few repetitions, in the end, Nina Sinclair could only let his limbs rest over her.

Before falling asleep, Nina Sinclair thought: Leaving Veridia with the next job might be the right choice.

The next day, Julian Lancaster woke up first.

Seeing Nina Sinclair in his arms, his brow furrowed, and last night’s words from her surfaced in his mind again.

Nina Sinclair wanted to leave, how could he keep her?

Lost in thought, Nina Sinclair also woke up, and as soon as she saw the handsome face so close, she immediately realized their position was somewhat intimate.

She immediately withdrew a bit.

The sudden distancing of the softness in his arms made Julian Lancaster frown.

He felt that Nina Sinclair now had a sort of resistance towards him, eager to distance herself, though outwardly very polite to him.

Nina Sinclair didn’t say anything, quietly got out of bed to wash up and make breakfast; after breakfast, the two left together.

Julian Lancaster took Nina Sinclair to Zenith, while he entered the parking lot from the back door.

Just after exiting the elevator, Felix Ford approached, "President Lancaster, about the Sinclair Family..."

Julian Lancaster impatiently interrupted him, "Didn’t I say you’re in charge? If you can’t handle it, let Marcus Walsh or Walter Wyatt take over."

Felix Ford lamented, "No problem, I can!"

He just felt that this issue was quite important, so he thought it best to ask again, not expecting Julian Lancaster was truly not interested, and even doubting his abilities.

To prove himself, he would naturally take full responsibility.

Julian Lancaster’s expression was somber, his brows slightly furrowed, as if something was troubling him.

All day long, he had been thinking about ways to keep Nina Sinclair, but hadn’t come up with anything good.

Zenith didn’t have extra space for her to paint, and Nina Sinclair seemed to be distancing herself; she might even refuse deliberately arranged orders.

Julian Lancaster stopped and said, "Organize the progress of Nina Sinclair’s mural, and send it to the office immediately."

What?

The president doesn’t even glance at the Sinclair Group’s huge order, yet he’s only concerned about a small mural?

Marcus Walsh came up and patted Felix Ford’s shoulder, "Who told you, Miss Sinclair is the future president’s wife, better get prepared quickly."

Felix Ford, who had just unknowingly been shown off: "..."

Alright, Felix Ford resignedly went down to prepare.