Mommy daddy is the lycan king

Chapter 87

“I am so glad that, despite everything, you decided to join my team as a scientist.” Cillian said as soon

as Fiona stepped into his office.

“I didn’t say I was joining your team.” She told him, and his lips paused in confusion.

Her response took him aback. “Oh, I thought it’d be a clear yes since you came to the hospital and

wanted to see me.”

“In what world is that a clear yes?” She raised a brow at him.

“In the world in my head.” He said it with an unsure look on his face. “My bad for jumping to

conclusions; I was just excited to see you.” Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

“I see that.”

He offered her a seat, and once she sat, he did the same. “If you are not here to give your answer to

my proposal, it means you are here to see me. What would you like to drink?” he said, already picking

up the phone on his desk and looking excited.

“Nothing.”

His eyes narrowed. “Nothing?”

“Yes, you can drop the phone. I didn’t come to see you.”

The little hope he had in his eyes faded, and the sight pr icked her heart a little. “Oh, you didn’t come to

give me a yes, and you didn’t come to see me. So why are you here?” he entwined his fingers on the

desk.

“You asked me to join your team, but I have no idea who is on your team. I cannot give a yes without

knowing what I am up against.” She said.

“My team of scientists?”

“Yes.”

“I doubt you would know them.”

“I was a nurse here three years ago. I know a thing or two.”

His eyes narrowed at her, but he spoke, “Dr. Phillip Dube, Dr. Bridge Yellow, Dr. Kia Cruz, Dr.

Alexander Black, and then there is me and you.”

He was right; she didn’t know any one of these people. She should have just taken his word for it when

he said it.

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“You have grown awfully quiet. Is there something wrong?” he asked.

“You are right. I don’t know these doctors.” She agreed with him.

He didn’t gloat over the fact and instead proceeded to explain it to her. “Two of them came with me

from the Netherlands a year ago, and the others transferred here within the last year. And you do not

have to worry; they are qualified scientists skilled in their various fields. So, what is your answer?”

She took a deep breath, taking the first step towards a better future for herself. “Then yes, I would love

to be a part of your team.”

He smiled and rose to his feet with his hand stretched out. “It is an honour to have you, Mrs.

Lawrence.”

She was introduced to the group almost immediately, and her office was assigned to her at the

hospital. Cillian told her he would speak with the board of directors at the hospital about her role there,

meaning he had yet to inform them. He had taken the risk without first informing them. He told her it

was because he didn’t want to bring them into something without knowing the full assurance of it.

When she asked what he would do if they voted no, he smiled and told her he’d make them say yes.

That was a week ago, and things have gone well since then. She would love to call it that.

“Do not lurk around my door; I know you are there.” Fiona spoke up after a while of picking up Cillian’s

scent and having him still stay there without knocking.

He had done this for three days straight, and it was cute, creepy, and annoying at the same time. She

had never acknowledged his presence, and those times he had spent about ten to thirty minutes there

before leaving.

The door was pushed open seconds later, and Cillian stepped into the office.

He stuffed his hands into his pocket and did a little stretching while staring around. “I am sorry for

lurking.”

She placed the pen in her hand on the research file before her and turned her attention to him. “What

do you want?”

“I wanted to see how you were handling your first week. Research shows a person’s first week usually

determines the drive and energy they would put into their work at an organisation.”

She arched a brow at him. “Who conducted that research?”

His lips paused, and he pulled his hands out of his pocket to fold them over his chest. “I

did.”

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This made her laugh, and she shook her head. “That is crazy.”

“It got you to laugh,” he said, feeling satisfied with himself.

“I shouldn’t be laughing; I am here to work, not to be flirted with or wooed.” She stopped speaking

before frowning at him. “That is why you brought me here, right? To work, not to be wooed.”

“You are here because of your brains, but it is fair to admit your beauty cannot be dismissed.” He

stressed out and adjusted his glasses.

She rolled her eyes. He was such a smooth-talking, ear-pleasing man. He knew the right words to say,

just like Julian did. She felt sick to her stomach, and it was a bitter feeling.

The thought of him took away the little happiness that was just inside her. “You shouldn’t flirt with me.”

He threw his hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry if I overstepped then.”

“What is your endgame here?”

“Excuse me?”

“What do you hope to achieve? A girlfriend in the end? I would like to know the angle you are working

from and at.”

A nervous smile came onto his face, but it didn’t last long. “The one of friendship, and you never know

what might come from it.”

“Is that how you are friends with every female that works with you, or am I just that special?”

“We were friends before you came here; I thought we could carry it on. But I see that is not the same

case for you.”

Fiona sighed and rubbed her forehead as she felt a migraine settle in. She had moved into attack mode

even though this man had shown her he could be trusted over and over again. “I am sorry.”

“You do not have to be sorry. I should be honest. Look, I have never done this, and that might sound

like a lie, but I haven’t, and it isn’t a lie. I like you. From the moment I set my eyes on you, I knew there

was just something about you that drew me closer. Now I find myself wanting to do all those things I

thought were unimportant before. Like taking a walk while cracking old, boring jokes. Even though I

know you are married and in a complicated situation with your husband, I still find myself wanting you

and no one else. But I have to remind myself that I don’t get to have you just because I have the power

to. That is not how it works. This might just be what I get, and I am okay with

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that. I will do my best to not add to your burden while you work here.”

Cillian, being brutally honest, even at the detriment of himself, would never cease to amaze her. “Thank

you.”

He nodded and turned to leave.

“If you could have something when you ask, what would it be?” She asked, getting up from her seat

and walking towards him.

“I will ask you to come out on a second date with me.” He replied without hesitation, and it felt as if he

knew what she wanted to ask and prepared for it.

She opened her mouth to speak, but she felt a wave of nausea, and her mouth shut. She tried once

more, and as the words almost left her mouth, her vision blurred.