The sound of the shower echoed from the bathroom, a tall figure reflected on the glass door.
Rosemary was none the wiser, engrossed in her phone dealing with private matters. Only when she heard the bathroom door open did she look up. Roo, all wet–haired and in a white robe, gave
off a strong masculine vibe.
Just then, her phone rang. It was an unusually long number, not like the typical mobile number. She shifted her attention back to her phone, answering it calmly, "Spill it."
** S O S = =
Whatever the person on the other end said, Rosemary moved to the balcony, responding with a nonchalant "So?"
Before long, she felt arms wrap around her from behind. Roo’s breath lightly caressed her ear, making her a bit jittery.
He nuzzled her ear affectionately, like a clingy cat. Rosemary could feel his body heat. She told the person on the phone, "Gotcha, I’m hanging up now." "Was that a dude?" Roo caught a hint of a male voice on the other end, which ruffled his feathers.
She’d just been checking him out when he ca out of the shower. But as soon as the phone rang,she didn’t even give him a second glance, just went straight to the balcony.
"Just a friend." Rosemary didn’t know why she felt the need to explain. Her voice hinted at resignation,
"Let go."
"What kind of friend?" Roo dipped his head, inhaling the scent on her neck, which was seductive to him.
"Just a regular friend or a special friend?" His voice was soft and tender, his actions unchanging.
"Not just a regular friend." Rosemary said.
After all, they had been through life and death together, their bond was pretty deep.
"So, he’s pretty important?" His dissatisfaction was evident as he gazed at her pretty profile, "More important than ?"
"Roo." Rosemary tried to wriggle out of his grip, but he held her tight. She sounded helpless, "We’ve only known each other for a few days, haven’t we?" "To , it feels like we’ve known each other for years." Roo said.
His masculine aura combined with his tender voice towards her made him all the more charming, almost overwhelming her.
"I’m thirsty." Rosemary pushed him away, went inside to pour a glass of water, her face inexplicably flushed.
"Where am I sleeping tonight?" Roo followed her in, his lust not yet extinguished, but rather more fired up.
"Bed or floor, take your pick." Rosemary said.
"Bed." Roo looked at her, proposing, "So, we sleep together?"
"In your dreams!" Rosemary put down her glass. Noticing there was only one pillow and a small blanket on the bed, and no couch in the spacious room, she finally caught on.
"Then I’ll take the floor." Roo plopped down, leaving the only blanket and pillow to her, "I’m not sleepy, you go ahead."
The antique lantern casting a like glow went out, plunging the bedroom into darkness.
Rosemary lay down under the blanket, his soft breaths still audible to her.
Roo sat by the bed, gently stroking her hair, "Goodnight."
He held her hand as she drifted off to sleep.
Next morning, the sound of soone in the bathroom woke Rosemary up. Daylight was streaming in through the curtains, creating a slightly dreamy ambiance. Soon, the sounds in the bathroom ceased,
and a figure erged, "You awake?"
She was sitting on the bed, her silky hair cascading down her shoulders, looking dazed and adorable.
This scene had him smile affectionately.
"Why didn’t you sleep in?" He was still in his white robe from the night before, looking so gentle. The rging of his inherent elegance and aloofness made him even more enchanting.
Seeing him approach, Rosemary hopped off the bed, casually saying, "I’ve got work in a bit."
She had barely taken a step when her foot hit sothing. It was the n’s sleepwear from last night, rolled up by Roo as a makeshift pillow. Did he really spend the night on the hard floor?
Rosemary felt a cocktail of emotions, not sure if it was guilt or unease.
At the breakfast table.
Phillip watched the two early birds, thinking they were perfect for each other. He cheerfully asked, "Why didn’t you sleep in?"
"The floor’s too hard, couldn’t sleep." Roo replied.
Phillip and the butler were taken aback. They thought last night was a great opportunity to bring the two closer. But Roo chose to sleep on the floor.
"Why didn’t you sleep in the bed?" Phillip asked, puzzled.
"He let have the bed." Rosemary answered. Then she asked, "Was the door fixed this morning?"
Phillip felt a bit guilty as he replied, "Yes." In fact, he had soone unlock it with a key at dawn, and he didn’t know if Rosemary had figured it out.
"Oh, I didn’t hear anything." She said, settling down to a casual breakfast, not asking further.
Phillip asked with concern, "Rose, did the blackout scare you last night? I have no idea why the power supply malfunctioned. I can guarantee this won’t happen again the next ti you co."
"It’s okay." She replied. She’d figured out his plan long ago but didn’t expose him.
Phillip looked at the understanding girl, then at Roo, feeling a bit annoyed.
After breakfast, Roo escorted Rosemary to work.
The butler watched them leave, then quietly took out a lady’s backpack, "Mr. Phillip, the young lady forgot her bag."
He could’ve reminded them, but he chose to keep quiet so Roo would have an excuse to see Rosemary again. He only ntioned it after they left. "Excellent!" Phillip was pleased that the butler was
so astute, "Have Roo deliver it to her, another chance to et."
The butler chuckled, "You’ve really gone all out for the his marriage."
"You too, huh." Phillip watched them leave, "After last night, I’m not sure if Rose even wants to see .
Do you think she’ll figure out I’m up to sothing?" "Last night was probably just a coincidence. The girl’s innocent, and she probably won’t suspect a thing." Brodie said.
"I sure hope so!" Phillip thought to himself. If his beloved Rosemary stopped visiting, he’d have to play sick. Man, the things he’d do to set his grandson up with her!
In the car.
Roo glanced at the girl next to him, recalling how she looked last night in his oversized shirt. That beautiful face, sexy collarbone, and those slender, gorgeous legs.
"You looked really hot in that shirt last night," Roo said.
Rosemary arched an eyebrow, "Aren’t I always?"
"You always are." Roo moved closer to her cute ear, his voice both teasing and filled with desire,
"but last night, you were especially captivating"
His eyes were filled with affection, and his lips curved up slightly, "You were very good last night."
She looked pure and innocent in her sleep. Her serene and elegant face was like a goddess isolated from the mundane world.
Rosemary had no idea what happened after she fell asleep. Seeing the car approaching the company’s front door, she reminded, "Carl, pull over and let out."
"Sure thing, Ms. Rose!" Carl said.
Roo stroked her face gently, "I’ll pick you up at noon."
"Mm." Rosemary said.
As soon as Rosemary entered the company, she heard a ridicule voice, "Well, if it isn’t Ms. Rose! Did you co to work in a luxury car? That must’ve cost a pretty penny."
The one who spoke was Oscar, the big boss of the company before Rosemary’s arrival. Although he didn’t see the license plate just now, the limo model and the Rolls–Royce logo on the hood were
enough to prove its worth.
"You’re so young, Ms. Rose, yet you can afford such a luxury car. I’m impressed." Oscar said,
A hint of indifference curled up at the corner of Rosemary’s mouth, "Quite free, aren’t you? Shouldn’t you be at your post instead of loafing around here?"
"I am waiting for a client and just happened to see you, Ms. Rose!" Oscar said cheerfully, "Is that your car? Or your boyfriend’s? Or maybe your sugar daddy’s?"
"What’s it to you?" Rosemary walked towards the elevator, "Just do your job."
Oscar watched her slim and beautiful figure, feeling contemptuous. He thought she got her position just because of her young and beautiful face. Rosemary took the elevator to the twentieth floor and saw
her assistant Dean and designer Molly waiting for her from afar.
"Ms. Rose, Molly has been waiting for you." Dean said.
"What’s up?" Rosemary pushed open the door to her office, sat in her office chair, and looked up at the girl in front of her.
"Ms. Rose, here are my recent designs. I was wondering if I could get your feedback?" Molly handed over the designs, her heart thumping, unsure of Rosemary’s response.
Seeing Rosemary’s confusion, Molly hurriedly explained, "At the last company eting you held, our departnt head went and showed you my design. After your revision, my design has greatly
improved."
She admired Rosemary’s talents and almost took her as an idol.
"What kind of design do you want to create?" Rosemary picked up her design and began to look at it.
"Of course, fresh and beautiful, that’s my design style." Molly said.
Molly’s eyes sparkled, excitedly, "I hope to design the most beautiful clothes in the world, just like my idol – Queen Abby. Ms. Rose, do you know Queen Abby?"
Rosemary paused briefly and smiled slightly, "I know."
"She is an extrely talented designer! You can see her unique aesthetics and deep skills from her works. Every piece of clothing, every bag she designs, is perfect beyond criticism!" Molly said.
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