Even though the frosted glass blocked the inside and outside, this was still a conference room.
Serena Sinclair hastily tried to push Wyatt Hawthorne away.
But she only managed to push away his kiss.
His hands were wrapped around her waist, imprisoning her tightly in his arms.
Wyatt said in a deep voice, "I don’t agree!"
Serena looked up.
Wyatt’s tone softened, "I was at least your junior before, a person, an equal in your eyes. We were equals."
"But now?"
Wyatt’s tone carried a hint of hurt, "You say to start, and I’m your secret lover, with no chance to argue. You say to end, and it’s just over like that!"
"Serena!!!"
He squeezed her face, watching her lift her head in pain.
A red mark had already appeared on her cheek.
Wyatt paused, rubbing with his thumb, continuing to accuse, "How co I feel like I an less to you than 2S?"
No way?
Her heart tightened, nearly blurting out her thoughts.
Turning her face away from Wyatt’s warm fingertips, Serena lowered her gaze, avoiding his eyes, "Then, let’s go back to the way it was, just senior and junior..."
"As if!"
Wyatt pressed Serena tightly against his chest, "We’ve kissed, slept together, taken advantage of everything, and you want to go back? How can anything be that simple?"
"Why not?"
Serena retorted, "In your circles, aren’t there plenty of people and things like that?"
Kisses are fine.
Intimacies are fine.
We’re all adults, mutually consensual things.
As if soone was at a loss.
Wyatt smirked slightly.
The serious Serena who said it was over yesterday was gradually fading away.
The usual Serena, who would laugh, curse, and jest, seed to have returned.
"Our circles? Which circle are you talking about?"
Feigning ignorance, Wyatt lifted Serena’s chin, forcing her to look at him. "Besides, a circle is a circle, a person is a person. Can you generalize them?"
Serena was stunned.
Wyatt leaned closer, kissed her earlobe, "Serena, I gave you my first ti and you say such things. That’s a bit heartless!"
!!!
Serena’s body stiffened.
That night in Syburg, she was drunk, with no recollection of the entire process.
She only knew what happened after she woke up.
The ti she was sober was at The Springs Resort.
She only rembered it being wild and chaotic.
Then, with Wyatt’s whisper of "sister," everything spiraled out of control, leading to everything that followed.
But now, the ntion of the first ti left Serena dumbfounded.
She wanted to say, how is that possible?
He’s Wyatt Hawthorne!
In college, the girls chasing after him could line up from the architecture dorms all the way to the Aethelgard University gates.
Even girls from other schools ca to Aethelgard just to ask him out.
Back then, Serena never paid attention, only knowing that occasionally she would run into beauties from the neighboring Film Academy on campus asking for directions to the architecture dorms.
The basketball court.
The library.
Wherever Wyatt went, it seed like a fan eting; he automatically beca the focus of all the girls’ attention the mont he appeared.
Until graduation, he transford from the most handso guy at Aethelgard to the CEO of Hawthorne Corporation.
The people around him were either prestigious heiresses or top-tier actresses.
The bona fide Crown Prince of Aethelgard.
Even soone as uninterested in gossip as Serena had seen those pictures of the handso couples on her phone and TV.
But now, he tells her it was his first ti with her?
Just by Serena’s struck-by-lightning expression, you could tell she didn’t believe it.
A trace of anger appeared in Wyatt’s eyes, "...Don’t believe it?"
"I..."
Saying she believed it was indeed unimaginable.
Saying she didn’t believe it was downright reckless.
Serena pushed Wyatt away, grabbed the laptop on the desk and ran out.
A pen clattered to the floor, sothing she couldn’t care less about.
The conference room door opened and closed again.
The sound of footsteps disappeared down the hallway.
Wyatt squinted slightly.
Staring at that pen on the floor for quite a while, Wyatt straightened up, bent down to pick it up, and twirled it between his fingers as he walked out.
Serena returned to her office, her heart still pounding wildly.
Looking around, there were only a few people in the office.
Most had gone to the cafeteria for lunch.
Serena sat down in her office chair, took a sip of water, and finally, her racing heartbeat began to settle.
"Serena, can you show the 3D diagram for Project 2?"
"Serena, Manager Lynch just called looking for you..."
"Serena, I heard your phone ringing for a long ti."
The usually distant colleagues seed unusually enthusiastic, either because of the just-ended eting or sothing inferred from Wyatt’s provocative words.
Serena thanked each of them, took out her phone from the drawer.
Countless WeChat ssages.
[Clara Lynch: Western restaurant, ordered for you, coming?]
[Snow: Serena, want to pack an olette for you?]
[Una Hutton: Your flower guardian is eagerly waiting, command if you need !]
Serena: ...
Reply in hand while walking out, as Serena entered the elevator at the sa ti Wyatt walked out.
"Pre... President Hawthorne..."
Those few in the office who had just greeted Serena watched as Wyatt walked straight to Serena’s desk with familiarity.
Placing the pen back in the pen holder, Wyatt, about to leave, turned back to confirm, "This is Serena’s desk, right?"
"Yes!"
"...Yes!"
They replied blankly.
Wyatt nodded and left.
The office fell silent.
They looked at each other, a silent affirmation in their eyes.
If there had been only speculation earlier, guessing that sothing was going on between the big boss and Serena.
Now, it could be confird, right?
What happened in the conference room that made Serena too flustered to pick up a pen?
While the big boss, in such a good mood, returned it.
Does it an he could go ho tonight?
Or could he eat the sweet and sour ribs he’s been craving?
Whose ho to return to?
Who made those sweet and sour ribs?
Whoa!!!
What a juicy gossip!!!
At the restaurant, Serena faced a rigorous interrogation from Clara Lynch and Snow.
No matter how calmly and steadily she claid she and Wyatt weren’t as they thought, neither listened.
Clara Lynch was excited, as if the one with Wyatt wasn’t Serena but her.
Patting her shoulder with a hefty blessing, "Go for it, announce it soon! I can’t wait to see the jerk and the tramp crumble!"
Serena: ...
Snow, still in a daze, "When exactly did you two hook up? How co I didn’t notice a thing?"
So, if it weren’t for Wyatt’s admission, there’d actually be nothing amiss.
Serena: !!!
Heading back to the office, Serena felt a strange atmosphere.
The designers who had attended the eting were exceptionally warm.
Even colleagues who hadn’t attended the eting were unusually friendly, as if she hadn’t been the subject of scandal and gossip just a day before.
Serena was utterly puzzled.
In the work group, Claire Carson tagged several designers to have a small eting in her office.
Serena was among them.
Taking her notebook, Serena stood up, and grabbed a pen from the holder on her way out.
As she turned, Serena paused.
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