Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 116: Justin Huxley’s Public Confession

The meaning of these words is quite clear: Justin Huxley is intentionally waiting here to catch her.

Summer Lowell suppressed the thought that Justin Huxley was pursuing her, and joked with him in an easygoing manner: "Were you thinking about me inviting you to dinner? What a coincidence, I was just about to take my assistant to eat across the street, why don’t we all go together?"

"Since you put it that way, I won’t stand on ceremony."

And so, the dinner went from two people to three. Assistant Fletcher looked at the tall, handsome, and refined man who had joined them at the table and silently questioned if he should step out and disappear.

After a while, Justin Huxley got up to go to the restroom.

Seizing the opportunity, Assistant Fletcher quickly sat next to Summer Lowell: "Director Lowell, should I be interrupting your dinner? Maybe I should leave now?"

Summer Lowell grabbed her: "I promised to treat you tonight, where are you running off to?"

"But I feel like I’m the one who shouldn’t be here at this table," Assistant Fletcher said sincerely.

Summer Lowell laughed aloud, amusingly looking at Assistant Fletcher: "Of course, you shouldn’t be at the table; the only thing that should be on the dining table is food."

"Oh, that’s not what I meant," Assistant Fletcher shook her head vigorously, "Director Lowell, didn’t you notice Mr. Huxley was giving you a peculiar look?"

Summer Lowell’s smile faded slightly, and she responded casually, "I think you’ve been watching too many dramas, always imagining things. You think everyone’s gaze is unusual." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"I’m not imagining it. Director Lowell, if you don’t believe me, you can observe later. But I really don’t think I should stay here any longer; I’m afraid I’ll ruin your moment," Assistant Fletcher said, reaching for her bag to make an exit.

Summer Lowell blocked her with her foot and whispered, "Stay put. This dinner is for you; he’s just tagging along. You can’t leave."

Assistant Fletcher sat back down, feeling helpless.

When Justin Huxley returned from washing his hands, he sensed something was off: "What happened to you two?"

Summer Lowell maintained her usual calm smile: "What’s up?"

Justin Huxley gestured towards Assistant Fletcher, who was trying hard to blend in: "She looks unwilling, like she wants to leave right now."

"Nothing," Summer Lowell pushed the menu towards him, "while you were gone, I was discussing work with my assistant. I assigned her quite a few new tasks, and she’s feeling a bit aggrieved."

Justin Huxley chuckled, "Why paint yourself as a tyrant?"

"Can’t help it," Summer Lowell sighed, half-jokingly, "In the design industry, who doesn’t have a nickname like that?"

"That’s a bit of an exaggeration," Justin Huxley casually circled a few items on the menu and pushed it back, "I’m not familiar with this place, I’ll trust your taste. After all, our tastes in food are quite similar."

Summer Lowell held down the menu and turned it towards Assistant Fletcher: "You’ve been wanting to try this place for a while, take your time choosing, don’t worry about the cost. It’s on me today."

Across the table, Justin Huxley clapped his hands lightly: "Not bad, not bad. You’ve got style, Director Lowell. Please take care of me in the future!"

Hearing this teasing comment, Assistant Fletcher sneaked a glance at Summer Lowell’s reaction.

But she found that Summer Lowell didn’t show much emotion, instead let out two dry laughs, and shifted the topic: "Senior, isn’t your company far from here? Did you come here for work today?"

Justin Huxley took a sip of tea: "Sort of. I was discussing a collaboration with a client, expecting it to take all afternoon. But it went smoothly and was done in a little over an hour. Then I just stayed at the cafe across the street. Were you really busy? Why’d you come out so late? I almost thought I missed you, thinking you’d already left."

Assistant Fletcher slowly flipped through the menu, secretly pondering what exactly Mr. Huxley’s intentions towards Summer Lowell were.

The more Summer Lowell thought about it, the more she felt something was off. Not wanting the topic to remain ambiguous, she decided to take the initiative by bringing up the reason Justin Huxley had mentioned for returning to the country: "By the way, I forgot to ask you, senior, did you succeed in winning over the girl you were pursuing?"

Upon hearing this, Justin Huxley instinctively wanted to ask "what girl," but quickly remembered that he had once told Summer Lowell he returned home to pursue someone who was hard to win over.

Opposite him, Summer Lowell looked at him earnestly.

Even Assistant Fletcher, who had been focused on the menu, paused her actions, clearly eavesdropping on the gossip.

Justin Huxley played with his cup, smiling: "I made that up. Also, I was the one who sent you those roses back then. I haven’t forgotten you all these years. I didn’t dare express my feelings at the time because I feared not even being friends, so I made up the excuse of returning to pursue someone."

Summer Lowell, completely unprepared for this answer, froze, and Justin Huxley seized the opportunity to confess his feelings to her: "You don’t have to answer me right away, but I don’t want to wait any longer. I actually showed up here today to tell you how I feel. Summer, you hold a special place in my heart. I like you, so would you give me a chance?"

"This..." Summer Lowell hesitated, awkwardly taking a sip of tea and gulping it down.

Seeing this, Justin Huxley quickly reached out to stop her: "Don’t feel pressured, you don’t have to agree right now, but I hope you won’t distance yourself from me because of this. If you truly aren’t interested in me, we can still be friends."

Summer Lowell’s eyes flickered for a long while before she awkwardly smiled: "Senior, you might have an idealized image of me. I don’t deserve such treatment from you."

"No, you do." Justin Huxley looked at her sincerely, "I’m not willing to just give up like this. At least give me a chance to fight for myself."

Summer Lowell sighed silently: "You don’t know me, senior. If you knew my experiences..."

The Huxley and Sinclair families are long-time acquaintances. If Justin Huxley knew about her relationship with Maxim Sinclair, what would he think?

"We’ve known each other for a long time, haven’t we?" Justin Huxley shrugged indifferently, "If I’m not mistaken, I’m probably the person you’ve known the longest among those you still keep in touch with, right?"

This was true. Summer Lowell nodded, then shook her head: "Senior, let’s eat first, and talk about everything else later."

Summer Lowell felt her mind was a mess. Her relationships were already complicated enough, and she didn’t want them to become even more so.

As far as she remembered, Tina Huxley had always wanted to marry Maxim Sinclair.

And Justin Huxley was Tina’s brother. What a situation this was!