One night stand with my president(chapter 628)

 

Chapter 628: Can We Talk?

When Alberto mentioned this, Connie remembered as well.

He had mentioned before that the Mendoza Group had a rival company that had been opposing them for over a decade.

The two families had been feuding for over ten years without a clear winner.

So it was them causing trouble again this time.

"I'll stay with you tonight," Connie said.

"Really, it's not necessary," Alberto said. 

"You should go back and rest."

They were no longer staying at a hotel but had moved into another property owned by Alberto.

Although Alberto's office had a rest area, it still wasn't as comfortable as going home. He also didn't want Connie worrying with him here.

Connie was about to insist, but Alberto had to tell her that if she stayed, they'd need someone to bring her new daily necessities, which would inevitably take up time.

She had no choice but to relent.

For the Mendoza Group right now, solving the current trouble as soon as possible was the most important thing.

"Then I'll head off first," Connie said, standing up.

Although he wanted her to go back and rest, when Connie was really about to leave, Alberto felt reluctant and instinctively grabbed her hand.

At that moment, however, the office door was suddenly pushed open.

Both of them instinctively turned to look.

The person standing at the door was actually Monica.

Both were taken aback.

Monica clearly hadn't expected to see Connie here either and froze in the doorway.

She was also holding a food container.

Then, her gaze fell on Alberto and Connie's tightly clasped hands.

"Why are you here?" Alberto asked first, breaking the silence.

Monica snapped back to reality and hurriedly said, "I... the family knew you've been working overtime at the company and had some food prepared for you. Auntie asked me to bring it over. I saw no one outside, so I came right in. I'm sorry..."

As she spoke, she also noticed the food containers on the coffee table.

Alberto hadn't had anyone clean up after he finished eating.

Monica guessed Connie had brought them.

She couldn't help feeling annoy inside.

Why was she just one step late?

And actually, she had just lied.

Gracie Mendoza hadn't asked her to come at all.

She had made some food herself at home and come on her own initiative.

After all, the Mendoza family hadn't restricted her freedom of movement.

Alberto frowned slightly.

He didn't think Gracie would ask Monica to bring him food.

But he didn't expose her right then and there.

After all, she was Pharrell's mother; he had to save some face for her.

"Mmm, thank you. It's getting late, you should head back first."

Monica had come intending to "build a connection" with Alberto.

But Connie was here now.

She definitely couldn't do that anymore.

She could only put down the food container she was holding and then turn to leave.

At that moment, Alberto felt quite anxious inside.

He was afraid Connie would misunderstand something or get angry because of this.

But when he looked at Connie, he found her expression relatively calm.

"Connie, I-"

"No need to explain," Connie shook her head. "I believe you, and I believe Aunt Gracie. Neither of you would ask Monica to bring you food."

Her tone was gentle, but her gaze was particularly resolute.

Alberto felt relieved, and at the same time, a surge of emotion welled up in his heart.

Connie trusted him so much.

Then, he would absolutely never betray her trust.

When Connie came out of the Mendoza Group building, she saw Monica still standing there, not having left.

She had no intention of chatting with Monica and was about to get into her car and leave when she heard Monica call her.

"Miss Connie, wait a moment." Connie stopped.

Monica quickly walked up to her.

"Can we talk?" she asked softly.

Connie instinctively frowned.

She didn't really want to chat much with Monica.

It wasn't out of any deep hostility, just... the thought that Monica and Alberto had a child together inevitably made her feel uncomfortable.

"I have things to do," Connie said politely.

But Monica wouldn't back down, speaking quickly, "Just for a little while."

Since she was so insistent, Connie couldn't refuse too coldly. After all, Monica now had a deep connection with the Mendoza family.

"Let's talk in the car," Connie said.

There was a car waiting for Connie at the entrance.

After the two of them got in, the driver wearing white gloves waited outside the car, giving them space to talk.

"What did you want to tell me?" Connie asked.

"Miss Connie, I'm very sorry," Monica said, her fingers twisting together, a look of

embarrassment on her face. "If I hadn't suddenly appeared, there wouldn't be this rift between you and Alberto."

"You've already said these things before," Connie said, lowering her eyes to hide her emotions.

"I know, but no matter how many times I say it, it can't fully express my apology."

Connie didn't respond to that.

Monica waited a moment, then said, "Today, Alberto went back to see Pharrell. You should know that."

Connie's eyelashes trembled slightly.

She nodded slightly. "Pharrell is his son. It's only right for him to go see him."

"Alberto really likes Pharrell," Monica said, her expression very soft as she spoke. "And Pharrell likes him too. He smiles as soon as he sees him. After all, they are father and son. That bond can't be severed no matter what."

After saying this, she suddenly acted as if she had just realized she shouldn't have said these things, awkwardly saying, "Miss Connie, I didn't mean to upset you on purpose...

"Right now, it's just the two of us here," 

Connie interrupted her. "If you have something to say, just say it directly. There's no need to..."

She had wanted to say "no need to be so hypocritical," but in the end, she still saved some face for Monica.

She wasn't a fool.

If she really believed Monica's act just now was unintentional, then her brain might as well be useless.

Monica took a deep breath and said, "Pharrell cannot be without a father."

"I have never asked Alberto to ignore Pharrell," Connie said. "Moreover, you and Pharrell are already living in the Mendoza house now."

"But in Alberto's heart, the most important person will always be you!" Monica's voice trembled as she spoke. "Once you speak up... and ask Alberto to see Pharrell less often, he will definitely listen. And, the two of you are still together now; you will surely get married in the future. The Mendoza family treats Pharrell well now because, so far, Pharrell is Alberto's only son. But after you get married, you will have children sooner or later. At that time, how will Pharrell find his place in the Mendoza family?"

Connie's brow furrowed slightly.

It was normal for Monica, as a mother, to worry about her son's future.

"I promise you, I will absolutely never interfere with the father-son relationship between Alberto and Pharrell," Connie said seriously. "And, you might not understand the Mendoza family very well yet. Even if Alberto and I really have children in the future, they will still cherish Pharrell just as they do now. You don't need to worry about that at all."

A flicker of light passed through Monica's eyes.

Was this Connie truly not understanding her meaning, or was she just pretending not to?