NovelEnglishChapter 99 Sean gazed at Claire, who was resting in his arms, her consciousness muddled. He was taken aback to realize that she was the sgirl he had encountered a few days ago in the hospital stairwell, asking him for a cigarette.
Back then, she had been a shadow of herself-frail and forlorn, sitting on the steps with a cigarette, like a little abandoned creature, eliciting a deep sense of pity.
Now, she was a completely different person.
Her cheeks were flushed like ripe peaches, her eyes closed with long lashes fluttering, and the stray strands of hair on her forehead were damp with sweat, clinging to her smooth skin.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHer lips, a soft shade of crimson, parted slightly, releasing heated breaths interspersed with unconscious murmurs.
Her small hands moved with abandon, roaming across his chest until they unexpectedly tore open his collar with a soft ripping sound.
In an instant, his toned chest was exposed to the night air, his skin gleaming with an enticing sheen.
Next to them, Liam's eyes widened in disbelief, his mouth forming a perfect "O" as if his jaw might hit the floor.
He silently mused to himself: Who would have thought that the boss, usually so stoic and impervious to women, would be so playful and daring in private? Recalling how the boss's mother often worried about his marriage prospects, to the point where her hair was turning grey from the stress, Liam thought this scene would be a welcsurprise.
With a mischievous grin, he quickly pulled out his phone, capturing the intimate moment with a swift click, and deftly sent the photo to the boss's mother, imagining her delighted reaction.
But just as Liam was lost in his daydreams, he saw Sean deliver a precise karate chop to the back of Claire's neck.
In an instant, the restless Claire fell limp in Sean's arms, her movements stilled.
Liam's moment of triumph vanished, his expression freezing into one of utter bewilderment: 0_0 Wait...what? Was this really happening? In his countless readings of romance , the script should have gone differently. The brooding hero was supposed to gently scoop the delicate heroine into his arms, open the car door with a flourish, lay her gently on the leather seats, and then lean over her in the spacious backseat... everything falling into place naturally. But his boss was clearly not following the script.
Liam blinked in disbelief, only to be met with Sean's stern gaze. "Have you seen enough?" Startled, Liam snapped back to reality and approached with a smile, ready to report on the Eastborough property transfer. But as his gaze inadvertently fell on Claire's face, he blurted out in surprise, "Wait, is that her?" "You know her?" Sean raised an eyebrow.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Yeah, she's the one who embroidered the peony on your suit." "So it's her," Sean murmured, his eyes returning to Claire's unguarded, serene face, his thoughts deepening.
The Eastborough Project was crucial for expanding Cresthaven's business, and the suit he wore was tailored specifically for formal events like auctions.
Unexpectedly, the suit had been damaged, a burn mark marring the fabric, likely the handiwork of one of the rival families competing against him at Cresthaven. Repairing such a high-end custom suit was a delicate and challenging task, not for just anyone. He hadn't held much hope.
Yet the Silk Stitch Embroidery peony on the suit had exceeded his expectations.
In fact, the stitching seemed oddly familiar, reminiscent of the "Vita m Aeterna" piece he had purchased for three million at an auction a year ago, intended as a birthday gift for his grandmother.
His grandmother had always loved Silk Stitch Embroidery, but she particularly cherished the "Vita m Aeterna he had given her. He had even attempted to acquire more works by the sembroiderer, only to learn that only two pieces existed on the market. "Vita Aeterna" was one of them.
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