Caught under the intense gaze of such a handsome man, Donna couldn't bring herself to look up, her face flushing like pomegranate seeds.
Emily, noticing Humphrey's look, immediately understood his intentions. She swiftly pulled Donna behind her, speaking firmly, "I'm warning you, don't even think about it."
With a puzzled expression, Donna thought to herself, 'The boss is interested in me? Is this really happening?'
She discreetly poked Emily's waist, internally pleading, 'Please don't stop the boss from showing interest in me.'
Emily, misunderstanding Donna's gesture as fear of offending Humphrey, reassuringly patted her shoulder, "Don't worry, I'm here. He won't dare do anything to you."
Humphrey raised an eyebrow and leaned forward to get a better look at Donna. As someone experienced in reading women, he was well aware of what they desired and confident in his allure.
Humphrey snapped his fingers at Donna, tilting his chin suggestively,
"Starting to check up on me now?" Murray teased as he playfully kissed Emily, pausing between each peck.Emily dodged his kisses with a smile, "If you're avoiding answering, you must have had dinner with a woman."Murray pinched her cheek lightly, "Even if there were women at the dinner, they were business partners. Does gender really matter?""Fair enough," Emily said, pushing his shoulders to sit up. "I have a question for you."Seeing her serious expression, Murray couldn't help but smile."Be serious, don't laugh," Emily chided, tapping his shoulder.Murray composed himself, waiting for her question."If, and I'm just saying if, someone made you choose between me and Stacey, who would you pick?"Murray frowned, "What kind of childish question is that?""Just answer me," Emily urged, shaking his arm.Murray squeezed her hand firmly, his voice cold, "I'd choose to eliminate the person forcing me to make that cho
Entering the office, the supervisor perused Emily's file, her brows knitting into a tight knot. This resume was the most outlandish she had ever seen since joining the company. However, the more outlandish it was, the clearer it became that this girl was no ordinary employee.She gestured for Emily to sit, her tone softening slightly, "Your team members have formally accused you of malicious competition."As Emily predicted, those two must have claimed that she had hidden other members' reports to favor her own.Emily remained expressionless. "Was it Lydia or Karen?"The supervisor was taken aback by her directness. "Both of them have made allegations.""Oh," Emily nodded, meeting the supervisor's gaze calmly, "I assume you investigate such claims."The teacher's eyebrows lifted in surprise; the young lady didn't seem like a novice in the workplace. "Indeed, at Bucapital, a major company, we don't target any employee based solely on an accus
"Is it well peeled?" Holding up the neatly peeled apple, Emily smiled with her eyes curving into crescents. "Look, I didn't break the peel even once."Elton opened his mouth but suddenly found himself at a loss for words. An invisible wall stood between them, unseen yet palpably separating them."Mr. Cromwell, may I come in?" Sandy stood at the door with her laptop, her arrival seemingly a rescue for Elton."Come in."Emily stood up. "If you need to discuss work, I won't intrude."Elton politely insisted it was okay for her to stay, but Emily mentioned that now that she, too, worked at the company, it was proper to follow protocol.Elton didn't press her to stay any longer.Before leaving, Sandy gave Emily a knowing wink, and Emily nodded in understanding.Once outside the hospital, Emily searched on her phone for the nearest mall. She planned to do some shopping. Ronald had called her, pleading for her to attend his mother's b
In the coffee shop, Murray pushed aside his sugar-added coffee, a gesture Stacey noticed as her hand paused, spoon in mid-air. "What's wrong?""I never add sugar to my coffee," Murray said with a smile."Before..." Stacey started, then stopped, realizing the significance. What used to be was in the past; now it was a different story."Why did you ask me to come here?" Stacey dropped the spoon into the cup, a droplet of dark brown liquid splashing onto the white saucer, starkly visible.Murray looked puzzled. "Wasn't it you who invited me?"Stacey, half amused and half irritated, pulled out her phone, tapped a few times, and pushed it toward Murray.A message inviting her for a meeting, signed by Murray, flashed on the screen.Murray frowned; he had received a similar message from the same number. He dialed the number from Stacey's phone, which was quickly answered. "How is it going? Did Murray show up? Talk it out. After so many
At seven in the evening, a Boeing business jet touched down at Sandviken Airport.The cabin door opened, and a tall, slender figure emerged. He looked at the sky and stretched out his hand to catch a few glistening snowflakes. Standing under the warm orange light, he was in no hurry to leave, his face turned to the side as he patiently waited for the delicate white flakes to slowly pile up on his coat shoulders. Time seemed to stand still.Finally, the butler, Malcolm, approached him. "Young Master, your grandfather has requested that you go directly to the mansion upon your arrival."After getting off the plane, a black Bentley was waiting in the square. He got into the car and glanced out the window - the snow seemed to fall heavier.Stepping off the plane, a black Bentley awaited him in the plaza. He got into the car and looked out the window as the snow fell even heavier."What about her?" Murray, weary, leaned back in his seat, massaging his temples.The butler replied: "Miss Ro
Murray exited the bathroom for the third time, finally wrapped in a towel. The towel hung loose, revealing much of his smooth chest and lean waist. He casually brushed back the hair on his forehead, seeming to be in a good mood."What are you thinking about?" He walked to the bed and gently traced a finger down Emily's soft, luminous back.He always seemed to have a cold touch despite just having engaged in an intimate encounter. His fingertips, as always, were icy, and even such a light touch sent a shiver down Emily's spine. She didn't want to speak and buried her face into the silk pillow, breathing softly in silent protest.Murray knew he had gone too far earlier and uncharacteristically spoke gently: "Fiduinvest was your cheap brother's, to begin with anyway; I'll just give it to him."Hearing the satisfactory answer, Emily composed her expression, turned over, and playfully kicked him with her foot, half-annoyed, half-coquettish, "Can't you phrase it more pleasantly?"Murray ch
On the first floor was an open kitchen. Murray, wearing a loose white t-shirt, was fiddling with a juicer with his back to the stairs. Hearing movement, he glanced back, "Beef or lamb?"Emily, moving languidly as if boneless, wrapped her arms around his waist. Glancing at the bright red pomegranate juice in the juicer, she responded casually, "I'm not fond of beef or lamb, so whatever you choose."Murray's brows furrowed. "So picky." Emily wasn't annoyed, just deliberately sighed in a falsetto, "Men are all the same, different faces in and out of bed. Just a few extra words, and you're complaining how demanding I am."Murray laughed, handing her a glass of pomegranate juice, "Drink it before it oxidizes."Emily took a big gulp, finishing half the glass, then shook her head, "Don't feel like drinking anymore."Murray naturally took it from her and finished the remaining half himself, giving her butt a casual pat. "Go change, we're going out to eat.""It's Thanksgiving today, aren't yo
Emily looked up to see a handsome blond, blue-eyed young man beaming at her. She nearly blurted, "No," but the handsome lad made her swallow it back."Sure, are you alone?" Emily put down her chopsticks, smiling widely at him in a saccharine voice."Yes, I'm an exchange student. It's just me here for Thanksgiving, feeling a bit lonely and cold.""Hahaha." His accent sent Emily burying her head in her arms, shoulders shaking with laughter."My English isn't very good; I hope I'm not too amusing," he said sheepishly."Ha ha ha!""My English is not so good; make beauty laugh at me.""Hahahaha."The bumpkinish "beauty" destroyed Emily's composure entirely, making her guffaw loudly. It drew the attention of the three at the next table, glancing over.Rita Hewlett smiled, "Youth is wonderful, isn't it? Look at that young lady, pretty as a flower."Ford Zechariah replied, "You were just as beautiful in your Youth. Besides, we all age, don't we?""Always the charmer, aren't you?""Uncle an