Chapter 7 You Took My Pillow PART 2

Cordelia quickly defended herself. Archibald being mad at Benedict didn't matter to her, as long as he was not mad at her. She got off the bed and walked over, a bit teary-eyed. "Mr. Archibald, he didn't even give me a pillow!" Archibald widened his angry eyes, scolding. "This is outrageous! Cordelia didn't marry into our family to be bullied by you!" Cordelia stood beside, nodding vigorously, her eyelashes damp and eyes watery, making her look like someone one would instantly sympathize with. After reprimanding them, Archibald called in the housemaids. "Move the sofa out." "What?" Cordelia's eyes widened, her heart almost freezing! If the sofa was moved, where would she sleep at night? She quickly gave Benedict a pleading look. What was he waiting for? He should try his best to stop Archibald now! Benedict understood her glance, but he stood there, arms crossed, his tall figure as unmoving as a glacier. "Today, Cordelia, you'll go to the office with Benedict," Archibald said and then left the room. Benedict entered the dressing room, urging. "Hurry up and change. I don't like waiting." Cordelia's clothes were still in the school dorm. She had to settle for changing into casual wear first and then followed Benedict downstairs. After breakfast, Benedict and Cordelia sat in the car together as the driver headed to the office. "Let me make it clear. Our relationship needs to remain confidential at the company. Don't think about taking shortcuts using my identity." Benedict's voice was icy, lacking any warmth. "Funny, that's exactly what I had in mind," Cordelia replied, crossing her arms and turning her head to look out the window. Benedict, in all his years, had never seen anyone so blatantly ignore him. She had entered his territory, and he was determined to teach her a lesson to curb her arrogance. Richard, in the passenger seat, turned around. "Mrs. Radcliffe, once we arrive at the company, you'll follow the normal procedures, and then you'll be assigned to Mr. Radcliffe's office as a secretary." "Got it," Cordelia replied lazily. Soon, the car arrived on the street near the company. "Get out and walk over," Benedict said coldly. "But it's quite far!" Cordelia pouted, her clear eyes showing a hint of anger. Benedict's cold gaze didn't waver. "Didn't you agree to keep our relationship confidential? Are you backing out now?" This taunting worked. Cordelia angrily opened the car door. "Don't act all high and mighty. Who wants your favors?" The door closed, and the car drove away. Cordelia made a face at the back of the car. "Stingy, I hope your car gets a flat tire!" With a small bag on her back, she headed toward the Radcliffe Group. It would take at least ten minutes to get there. Benedict not only held grudges but also had a malicious mind. Halfway there, Cordelia saw Benedict's car parked on the side of the road, and the driver was rolling up his sleeves to change a tire. Could it be? Did her curse actually work? Cordelia walked over, making faces at the car window. 'Blame yourself for kicking me out. Serves you right for the flat tire!' Even through the car window, she could feel Benedict's icy eyes glaring at her as if he wanted to crush her. Cordelia shrank her neck, turned around, and ran away. Inside the car, Benedict watched Cordelia's retreating figure, his face clouded. "Assign her to the marketing department." "But the marketing department's job is the most tiring..." Richard was cut off by Benedict's sharp look before he could finish. "Yes, Mr. Radcliffe."