CEO’s Seduction Trap

Suddenly, Mason’s face flashed through Leila’s mind. “Uh… just a regular guy.”

As Leila finished speaking, Mason’s voice came from outside the ward,.

“Um, can I come in?” Mason asked.

Leila and Dasha both paused.

Dasha replied politely, “Come in.”

Mason wasn’t alone; he was accompanied by three elderly doctors.

Upon entering, Mason took the initiative to introduce himself to Dasha as Leila’s friend and then introduced the three doctors behind him.

“Auntie, these two are the hospital’s director and vice director, and this one is the head of nephrology.”

Dasha greeted the three doctors politely, but her eyes couldn’t help but scrutinize Mason.

Mason respectfully addressed the head of nephrology, “Uncle, thank you for your help.”

The nephrology head, flattered to be called ‘uncle’ by Mason, replied, “No problem at all.”

Then they conducted a thorough joint consultation for her.

After the examination, the hospital director smiled at Mason and said, “We’ll have the best treatment plan for her within three days.”

“Thank you, Uncle,” Mason replied gratefully.

The hospital director patted Mason’s arm. “Don’t mention it.”

Mason smiled but didn’t respond.

After a while, three doctors left.

Dasha smiled awkwardly at him. “Mr. Ramirez?”

“Yes,” Mason replied.

“You said you’re Leila’s colleague?” Dasha asked.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Mason confirmed.

“I’ve seen your photo on the cover of a magazine before,” Dasha mentioned.

“I’m not photogenic.” Mason joked.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Dasha smiled but didn’t say anything.

Seeing the atmosphere between the two slightly awkward, Leila stepped forward and tugged at Mason’s sleeve. “Don’t you have something to attend to?”

Mason lowered his head to meet her eyes, his gaze filled with both amusement and affection. “I’m not busy.”

Leila stood with her back to Dasha, glaring at him.

Mason smirked and whispered in a low voice, “Miss Patel, mind your status. What are you glaring at me for now?”

Leila pursed her lips, wanting to retort, but Tessa returned with lunch, interrupting her.

Upon seeing Mason, Tessa paused for a moment and then greeted him with a smile, “Mr. Ramirez.”

“Hello,” Mason replied with a smile.

As Tessa turned to put down the food containers, she couldn’t help but sneak a few more glances at him.

Well, he is definitely more handsome than Mr. Daniel.

Thinking of Daniel, Tessa suddenly felt a twinge of sympathy for him. Competing with Samuel might have been challenging, but competing with his own boss? The odds were too slim.

Tessa shook her head, sighing.

Seeing the two standing facing each other without moving, Dasha cleared her throat and said, “Mr. Ramirez, have you eaten? If not, why don’t you join us for lunch?”

Mason looked up and responded, “I haven’t eaten. You can just call me Mason.”

“Auntie, did you plant all those flowers on the windowsill at home? They’re beautiful. I noticed some were a bit dry last night, so I watered them a bit. I’ve never planted flowers before, so I’m not sure if the amount of water was right.”

Mason’s voice was gentlemanly and mild. At first listen, he seemed like a perfect obedient boy. He even helped water the flowers.

Dasha was adept at seizing key points and asked with a smile, “You watered the flowers for me last night?”

Faced with Dasha’s question, Mason paused as if contemplating. After a moment, he spoke in a low voice, “I watered them this morning too. I didn’t notice the potted plant in the corner last night; I only saw it this morning.”

“Oh, you’re quite attentive,” Dasha remarked.

Having watered them last night and this morning was basically telling Dasha outright that he stayed at her house last night, right?

…

After lunch, Leila went downstairs under the pretense of buying some fruit.

Tessa followed closely behind and, in the tea room at the end of the hallway, dialed Daniel’s number.

“Daniel,” she whispered, “are you busy right now?”

Thinking it might be Dasha or Leila in trouble, Daniel responded, “No, I’m free. What’s up?”

Tessa, feeling sorry for Daniel, hesitated before finally blurting out, “Miss Patel seems to have a new boyfriend.”

“What?” Daniel was completely bewildered. He thought, if his boss found out about this, it could spell trouble.

Before Daniel could ask who it was, Tessa continued, “Mr. Daniel, I think you should just give up. This time, you definitely can’t compete. It’s your boss.”

“…”

As Tessa’s words sank in, Daniel remained silent, stunned. Tessa thought he must be hurt. She squeezed her phone, feeling sorry for him, but also unwilling to see him end up with nothing. She hesitated and said, “Mr. Daniel, I can return the salary you gave me before… Does that make you feel better? I’ve been getting along quite well with Miss Patel and her mother…”

“…”

Tessa said two more sentences without hearing Daniel’s reply and asked aloud, “Mr. Daniel?”

Daniel chuckled. “You think I like Leila?”

“You helped out at the hospital, helped find caregivers, and spent money on her…”

Tessa stopped halfway, suddenly realizing something. She said, “It wasn’t your idea to do all that. It was Mr. Ramirez’s.”

At this point, Daniel wasn’t prepared to keep hiding. He laughed and said, “You must keep this confidential.”

Tessa sighed, “Mr. Ramirez is really devoted to Miss Patel. Even before they confirmed their relationship, he took care of everything in detail.”

Daniel awkwardly smiled, “That’s true.”

…

In the hospital room, after Leila and Tessa had left, Mason didn’t hide anything either. He came clean.

Dasha asked, “How long have you been together?”

Mason answered honestly, “Since a month after she broke up with Hunter.”

Dasha was surprised. “That long?”

Mason chuckled, “Yes, but she never officially acknowledged me until this morning.”

Hearing Mason’s words, Dasha was so astonished that she couldn’t find her voice.

Firstly, she couldn’t believe her daughter could be so sly.

Secondly, while the man in front of her appeared courteous, gentlemanly, and mild-mannered, she wasn’t naive enough to miss signs that he wasn’t all that he seemed.

How could he endure being nameless and undefined for so long, especially when Leila was pretending to be in a relationship with Samuel as well?

Seeing Dasha’s incredulous and scrutinizing gaze, Mason lowered his eyes slightly and fiddled with the watch on his wrist. “Auntie, you may not believe it, but I really do like Leila.”

Dasha was speechless. How was she supposed to respond to that?

She was about to respond when Mason continued, undeterred, “I can’t promise anything else, but I can promise that as long as she’s by my side, I’ll treat her well.”

Thinking Mason misunderstood her reluctance to accept him as a son-in-law, Dasha awkwardly smiled, “As long as you both feel right for each other, I have no objections.”

“I know you don’t,” Mason replied.

“From what you’re saying, someone else has objections? Is it someone in your family?” Dasha pursed her lips, unwilling to see Leila mistreated in marriage. Just as she was about to say something, Mason spoke up, “Since we’re on the subject today, I won’t hide it from you anymore. Actually, Leila only agreed to be with me for six months.”

As Mason spoke, he lowered his head appropriately and his tone turned bitter, “She doesn’t really like me that much. I think she just sees me as a distraction during her emotional downtime.”

Dasha’s current state of mind couldn’t be described as anything less than stunned. Despite her best efforts to keep a straight face, her clenched hands on the bed betrayed her disbelief.

Mason didn’t rush for Dasha’s response but kept his head down, staring at the edge of the bed.

After a while, Dasha squeezed her hands, took a deep breath, and said, “Are you telling the truth?”

Mason looked up with a bitter smile, “Auntie, I never lie in front of elders.”

Dasha was speechless.

Suddenly, the hospital room door was pushed open from outside, and two elderly people with graying hair supported a frail young man as they walked in. Without waiting for Dasha and Mason to react, the three of them knelt down in front of Mason with a thud.

Seeing this, Dasha’s face suddenly darkened. “What are you doing?”

The older woman among the three said, “Mr. Ramirez, please save my son.”

After speaking, she kowtowed heavily towards Mason and turned around, pulling the older man and the young man to kowtow together.