Before Adriana could respond, she felt a shadow looming over her. Slowly, she looked up and saw a cold, indifferent face silhouetted against the light.“Calvin?”“So happy?”His low, hoarse voice was unusually melodious.Adriana quickly set down her phone and looked up at him. “It’s rare to be back in your office. I get to admire your strategic brilliance and ability to make decisive moves. How could I not be happy?”Calvin bent down, pinched her ear, and gently massaged the soft flesh of her earlobe with his long fingers. “There will be something more enjoyable for you later.”Knock! Knock! Knock!Someone rapped on the door.Adriana spoke to remind him, “Mr. Walker, your subordinate is here to report on work!”Calvin replied calmly, “Come in.”When she saw it was Marshal, Adriana forced a polite smile.Marshal, who had seen it all, showed no surprise at finding her there. He simply nodded and said, “Hello, Miss Clarke.”“Hello, Mr. Marshal.”After their brief greeting, Marshal began
Sitting in Calvin’s office, Adriana fell into deep thought.Why had she come again?On the desk in front of her was the laptop she had once used while handling his case. Now, it had some new software installed, including various movie streaming apps.Adriana was a bit confused. What was Calvin up to?As a frequent visitor to Calvin’s office, the staff of the president’s office were familiar with Adriana—especially Secretary Nancy. When she brought coffee, she had even prepared Adriana’s favorite snacks and whispered, “Miss Clarke, if you need anything, just let me know.”Adriana smiled, glancing at Calvin, who was carefully reviewing documents, and quietly asked, “How is Mr. Walker feeling lately?”Nancy thought for a moment. “We can’t really read the president’s mood, but the company is running smoothly, so it should be fine.”Adriana blinked. “What about… personal matters?”Nancy dared not gossip in front of the president and only whispered, “Wait a moment.”A few minutes later, she
She spoke naturally and smoothly, but Peter knew exactly what she meant. Would she really get into the driver’s seat just to hitch a ride?“Since you’re nearby, don’t rush off after finishing your work. Let’s have lunch together. I’ve set aside some time.”His tone was warm, leaving no room for refusal. Adriana tried to find a way to decline, but then she heard Peter add, “There’s something I want to discuss with you in person. Since we’ve run into each other, there’s no need to make another appointment. If Calvin is free, he can join us too.”Calvin, as calm as ever, leaned his arm against the passenger-side window, his cold gaze slowly rising. “You may be free, but she might not be. If there’s something to discuss, talk another day. I have plans today.”He didn’t give Peter any face at all.Peter understood exactly what he was up to with just one glance.Over the past two days, things had been in an uproar at Karl’s Place, and Peter had been unable to extricate himself. Running into
As she tried to leave, Calvin grabbed her wrist, wrapped an arm around her waist, and pulled her into his embrace. He furrowed his brows and asked, “Are you still wearing underwear at night?”Adriana wouldn’t tell him it was to prevent perverts. “Oh, there’s still some time before bed. I don’t want them to sag.”Calvin covered her with his palm, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Indeed.”Adriana’s face flushed, and she leaned back, tucking in her chest. “Calvin, lie down—I’ll give you a massage!”Calvin couldn’t bear to let go, reluctantly saying, “No rush. Let me finish these few pages first.”Adriana nearly spat blood. “Fine, look all you want, but can you at least let go of my hands?”****Half an hour later.He dimmed the lights, closed the windows and curtains, leaving only a single sleep lamp on.The sa
Adriana’s face flushed red. “Can’t you think of something else? All you ever think about is this!”Calvin replied matter-of-factly, “I’m not sure about tomorrow, but I really want to today.”He hadn’t been able to hold back in the fitting room. He had been restraining himself all this time, showing his gentlemanly manners. What more did she want from him?The elevator doors opened, and Adriana’s feet gave way, her body floating lightly into Calvin’s embrace. She gasped, “No! Your arm isn’t healed yet… don’t use your strength.”Calvin furrowed his brows. The pain in his arm reminded him he had to stop, but he didn’t want to let go. “It’s fine, just a few steps.”Adriana panicked, twisted her body out of his embrace, grabbed his right arm, and demanded, “You’re not listening to the doctor! Do you want to become disabled?&rdqu
Calvin didn’t leave. Instead, he slipped one hand into his pocket and took hers with the other, his gaze fixed on her eyes.“You’re not just good at being straightforward and forceful—you’re also skilled at diplomacy and persuasion. I guess I need to get to know you better, Miss Clarke.”Her ability to navigate any situation left a deep impression on him, stirring an unusual restlessness.Adriana felt goosebumps from his words.“Calvin, are you complimenting me? I’ve never experienced being praised by you before. It feels quite unfamiliar.”“Are you blaming me for not praising you enough? Show your strengths more often. I’m not just here to criticize people.”Calvin smiled, a gentle breeze caressing the curves of his face. The scene was like a painting unfolding, captivating at first glance.As they walked out, Calvin held Adriana’s hand tightly. The moon hu