For a while, she couldn’t tell which was scarier, a man chasing her all the way from Syburg to Aethelgard.
Or having slept with Wyatt Hawthorne.
In a split second, Serena Sinclair made a swift decision.
"Wyatt..."
With a tremble only she could hear, Serena softly asked, "Did you drink last night?"
"A little bit. But..."
Wyatt’s voice carried a hint of laughter, "Sister, I’m sure I was sober last night."
"Then let’s be honest with each other, okay?"
Not daring to look back at Wyatt’s expression, Serena softly said, "We’re both single adults. Having physical needs is normal."
"I initiated it last night, but you didn’t refuse, which ans you accepted it as a mutual ga. Now that morning is here, the ga... is over."
Hoping there would be no next ti.
Just thinking about walking out of this door, she would fall into endless dilemmas.
Struggling whether to quit the job.
Whether to move away, and where to move to.
And how she would face Wyatt in the future.
Serena secretly vowed in her heart: If she drinks again, she’s a pig!!!
Wyatt’s voice softly sounded behind her, "But what if... I disagree?"
"..."
Serena didn’t know what to do, "Then, what do you want?"
No reply ca from Wyatt.
She only saw the phone in her hand light up.
Serena looked down and saw Wyatt sent her a picture.
She opened the phone.
Opened the photo.
With just one glance, Serena’s mind went blank.
On the dark blue bed, a heap of pink banknotes slid down from the pillow.
The scene was extraordinarily familiar.
"Sister..."
Heat approached.
Wyatt ca over from behind, lowered his head, and bit Serena’s ear, "This face of mine, if put up for sale, would start at least at a hundred thousand, right?"
"Trying to settle with just 5,000, isn’t that... a bit much?"
Boom!
Serena’s heart, already on the brink of collapse, shattered into pieces instantly.
Even when she saw a hotel room number sent by a female celebrity to Adrian Lockwood on his phone at midnight, she wasn’t this nervous or out of control.
At this mont, Serena felt like she’d been struck by lightning.
Wyatt’s gentle kiss fell on Serena’s neck.
One hand wrapped around Serena’s waist, entwining fingers with hers.
One hand took her phone and shoes, randomly tossing them aside.
Wyatt’s kisses roved, becoming gradually scorching.
A spring bubbled in her heart, eager to gush out.
Serena almost used her last shred of reason to push Wyatt away.
"Either we beco bed partners, keep personal and professional separate until either has a boyfriend or girlfriend."
"Or, we end here. I’ll submit my resignation tomorrow."
Not daring to look at Wyatt’s expression, Serena’s mind raced, analyzing pros and cons before giving two options.
Wyatt’s eyes deepened suddenly, "Bed... partner?"
Thinking he was unhappy with the term.
Serena changed her words, "Lovers work too!"
"Then why can’t we be boyfriend and girlfriend?"
???
Seemingly amused by Wyatt’s innocence, Serena’s tense nerves and body relaxed simultaneously.
She stooped to pick up her phone and put on her shoes.
Serena opened the door briskly, daring to look at Wyatt only before leaving, "Let know when you’ve decided!"
Thunk! Thunk!
Thunk thunk thunk!
The elevator descended, her heart pounded thunderously.
Cold water splashed onto her face, Serena looked at her enchanting face in the mirror, still unbelieving.
She slept with Wyatt!
And slept with him twice!!!
The doorbell rang, Serena turned and swiftly stepped back to check in the mirror.
Fortunately, although it was wild, Wyatt had so restraint, unlike last ti where he left marks on her neck.
Opening the door, Serena stopped.
Wyatt walked into the room, pressed Serena against the wall behind the door, "Sister, I’ve thought it over... we..."
Ding dong!
Ding dong ding dong!
Wyatt’s words were interrupted by the continuous doorbell ringing.
In an instant, Serena felt her soul float out of her crown.
"Serena... Serena?"
Snow’s voice sounded outside the door.
Open the door, Wyatt’s in her room, if Snow saw it’d be a big deal.
If she didn’t open it, would Snow think she hadn’t co back and anxiously seek her out, causing the whole departnt to know?
She pushed Wyatt into the bathroom, ruffled her hair, and called out, "Coming, coming..."
Checking herself in the mirror, Serena opened the door.
Snow bead, "Serena, we’re going fishing and boating. Are you coming?"
After today, this round of team-building would finally conclude.
Thinking of this, the departnt group chat had been buzzing since dawn, assembling teams.
Sore waist and aching legs, her heart awkward and ashad to face anyone.
Serena shook her head and declined, "I’ll pass, you guys go ahead."
"Alright! Then I’m off... Serena, if you decide to co, just WhatsApp !"
Snow waved, turning and running off swiftly.
Breathing out, Serena closed the door, turning around.
The bathroom door opened, Wyatt’s gaze was filled with grievance.
Stepping forward, once more he cornered Serena at the wall behind the door.
Wyatt’s voice was aggrieved, "Sister, am I that unsightly?"
What was ant to happen had already happened.
Compared to what’s happened, this close contact was nothing.
Serena tilted her head, her lips brushing against his chin, "Wyatt, between you and , it’s never you that’s shaful. Does it make you feel a little better when I say this?"
"Not really."
Yet, she did not panic and push him away.
She didn’t even avoid his hand around her waist.
That was a big step forward.
"Then try to coax ?"
Wyatt lowered his head, speaking as his lips grazed Serena’s.
If before yesterday, soone told Serena that in this team-building session, she’d have an unprecedented bizarre experience.
Serena would never have believed it.
But at this mont, looking at the man who used to call her senior, transford from a naive junior into a cool and deep President Hawthorne.
And now, a man with enticing eyes.
Serena had to admit, she was completely enchanted!
"Wyatt..."
Looking directly into Wyatt’s eyes, she clearly felt his gaze darken further at the sound of his na.
Serena gently touched his lips, "Between you and , it’s destined to have no result. Having it like this is already the greatest gift from heaven for . ... I’m already very content, so be good, okay?"
"What exactly counts as being good? The kind that’s out of sight?"
Used to think, kissing was the beginning of lust.
At this mont, Wyatt realized, this teasing without a full kiss was the most potent catalyst.
Serena’s lips glided over his but retreated as he chased after them.
Lust rolled in his heart, Wyatt couldn’t focus on debating why there’d be no result, or why she was so easily satisfied.
Life is long, he had ample ti to correct her.
"Okay..."
He captured her lips, indulging in her sweetness.
Wyatt’s kisses wandered, with hoarse breaths landing near Serena’s ear, "Then... I’ll be good, sister, will you pamper ?"
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