Benny Palr followed her to the center of the office, then naturally raised his voice, "Let’s stop here for now. It’s late, and everyone must be hungry. Let’s go, my treat for dinner."
He intentionally created space for the two of them.
Christopher Hart didn’t stop him.
Lucas King was also very perceptive, imdiately getting up to invite a few directors and so top lawyers in the legal circle, and the group gradually left.
Alia Garcia stood with a smile on her face, waiting until they all left before slowly stepping forward.
As she passed by his desk, she placed her bag down casually.
Christopher Hart turned his chair with tacit understanding, greeting her with a tired yet gentle smile on his handso face, holding her hand, "Why did you suddenly co by? Checking up on ?"
Alia gave him a sideways glance, unwilling to engage, "If I hadn’t co, would you have told anything?"
Such a big issue, concerning the survival of Seal-Cloud, and yet he hadn’t inford her at the first opportunity.
He probably intended to keep it hidden.
Thinking of this, Alia’s face showed a touch of anger as she looked down at him, "Didn’t we agree not to hide things from each other anymore? Or do you think I can’t help, so it’s a waste of words?"
"How could I?" The man held her hands, pulling her closer, then buried his face in her bosom, hugging her quietly. His tone also beca hoarse, "I’ve been too busy... so busy that I haven’t even had ti for a sip of water, I didn’t have the chance to tell you."
This was the truth.
But more truthfully, he also didn’t want to tell Alia, he didn’t want her to worry or to throw caution to the wind to help him.
Seal-Cloud’s situation now is like a bottomless pit, unless a large amount of capital is injected all at once, otherwise small contributions will just be swallowed up.
But he knew that this woman, although appearing delicate, was actually fierce and bold in doing things.
He was afraid he couldn’t persuade her.
So he did indeed think about hiding it.
But with her sensitivity and intelligence, even if he intended to hide it, he couldn’t keep it a secret for a few days.
Once Seal-Cloud stopped trading, she would recognize the seriousness of the situation.
Alia originally intended to hold him accountable, but who knew he would suddenly show weakness, cuddling her so softly and speaking so weakly, it made her heart soften instantly.
With her hands on his shoulders, she sighed helplessly, mildly annoyed, "Don’t think just because you’re like this, I won’t be mad."
"I know you won’t..." His handso face rubbed against her bosom, inhaling her scent, and his restless and busy heart instantly cald.
He closed his eyes, knowing that the woman couldn’t resist him, and spoke in an increasingly soft tone, "You wouldn’t bear to be angry with ..."
The office was large, the lights bright, the surroundings quiet.
Outside, the night scene was bustling, with countless lights and lively chatter.
Alia stood there, letting him hug her, as if in this vast sea of people only the two of them remained, depending on each other, that feeling of mutual understanding making her dissatisfaction dissolve by his act of endearnt.
Indeed, she couldn’t bear to be angry.
They had gone through so much, even experiencing life and death, before finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.
Now, she couldn’t waste ti on anger and argunts.
Thinking about him saying he hadn’t even had ti to drink water, Alia gently pushed his shoulder, wanting to leave.
But the man misunderstood, lifting his head from her bosom, his handso face slightly frowned, "What’s wrong? Are you really angry?"
"Am I such a petty person?" She lowered her eyebrows, looking at the man and retorted, then explained, "Didn’t you say you’ve been busy all day and haven’t had ti to drink water? I’m going to pour you so water, your voice is hoarse."
Mr. Hart imdiately smiled, grinning like a big boy, then tightened his arms around her again, burying his head in her bosom once more.
"No need..." he still in that muffled voice, gently and slowly, "Holding you feels so comfortable, let hold you a bit longer..."
Alia felt her heart lt by his deanor.
Thinking she couldn’t help with anything else, at least she could be his human pillow, so she stood still, letting him act spoiled.
Her hand naturally fell on the man’s shoulder, gently massaging him.
Who knew, Mr. Hart seed to enjoy it and humd, "My neck is also uncomfortable..."
She raised her eyebrows slightly, her soft fingers changed direction, landing on the back of his neck, "Here? Or here?"
"Mm, this hurts too... and a bit sore—"
Alia applied pressure as she massaged, asking him, "Is this okay?"
"Mm, very comfortable... ah—"
"Does it hurt?"
"No, just sore and taut..."
"Have you been going to the hospital for rehab these days?"
"Went yesterday, had no ti today."
"Can you walk now?"
"Not yet..."
Fearing he would rush, Alia casually and gently reassured him, "It’s okay, this recovery speed is already very fast, take your ti."
"Mm..."
The two chatted idly, Mr. Hart also enjoying a session of "love" massage.
The gloom that had been hovering over him unknowingly dissipated considerably.
After a while, Christopher Hart lifted his head from her embrace, his dark eyes filled with tenderness and smile, "I heard your stomach growling."
"Nonsense, it’s already eight o’clock, I’m starving. Hope has called several tis, asking when I’ll be ho for dinner." Alia’s hands were sore from kneading, seeing him sit up, she took a step back as well, "Pack up, let’s go ho and eat."
But Christopher Hart looked at her longingly, regrettably saying, "I still have things I haven’t finished."
She paused, eting the man’s gaze, the earlier serene warmth suddenly overshadowed again.
She seriously asked, "Is the situation very bad?"
Christopher Hart, afraid she might be upset, didn’t dare hide anymore and nodded, "Most likely will need to stop trading to save ourselves."
"If trading stops, how long is the buffer period?"
"According to regulations, at most ten days or so."
For a stock restructuring, stopping trading usually requires resuming in about ten days, otherwise the negative impact on the company could be fatal.
Ten days...
Alia had a plan in her mind and comforted, "I believe you can do it. The worst outco is you temporarily lose your position as president of Seal-Cloud, but I think with your ability, regaining control is just a matter of ti."
After saying this, she smiled again, "Besides, don’t you still have ? My career is flourishing, supporting you all is not an issue."
"Mm..." Christopher Hart nodded with a smile, holding her hand, gently massaging to relieve the fatigue from her earlier massage for him, "With you saying that, I have no worries."
It was getting late, and Alia thought she should go back to accompany the children.
Since he couldn’t leave, she had to call Lucas King and ask them to bring back a takeaway dinner after their al.
After hanging up, she reminded him worriedly, "No matter how busy, you have to take care of yourself. Wait a bit and eat sothing so you have the energy to continue working."
"Okay, I’ll listen to you."
"Then... I’ll head back first?"
The man looked at her, reluctant to let her go, suddenly saying, "Help up."
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