ANMELDEN"You're too good. How can you be this good?" Isolde said emotionally.Bruce tightened his arms and drew her closer, his chin brushing the top of her head as a satisfied smile deepened in his eyes. "As long as you like it.""Waaah, I'm dying of envy!" Joan covered her face in exaggerated despair from the side. "Envious of people with good husbands. Those of us without one can only cross the ocean and leave our hometowns!"The other colleagues joined in the teasing and laughter.The tips of Isolde's ears burned. She lifted her head from Bruce's chest, embarrassed.Bruce raised an eyebrow, glanced at Joan and the crowd, and spoke at an unhurried pace. "Five times the year-end bonus."The room fell silent for a second. Then an even louder cheer erupted."Long live Prince! Long live Ms. Vancrest!""I love Southbridge! I love the new base!""What is a foreign land? I was born a Southbridge man, and I'll die a Southbridge soul!"…The smile in Bruce's eyes deepened as he held Isold
Bruce's car pulled into a brand-new skyscraper.The building stood in the center of the emerging technology park in Southbridge. Its streamlined exterior gleamed with a cold metallic luster under the orange-red glow of the sunset. The logo on the facade was covered with cloth, adding an air of mystery."Isn't it a gala? Why are we here?" Isolde turned to Bruce in confusion.He unfastened her seatbelt and took her hand. "You'll know once we go up.""Fine." Isolde let him lead her toward the entrance.The lobby rose to an astonishing height. The polished, mirror-like marble floor reflected the dome's streamlined lighting design, giving the vast space a minimalist, technological feel.There was no one at the front desk, only silent smart gates.Bruce approached, and the gates slid open without a sound.Isolde glanced around, wondering if this could be his new company.The elevator went straight to the 48th floor.The moment the doors opened, confetti cannons burst with loud bang
"Tonight, I'm going to—""Prince!" Bruce's assistant, James, rushed in. "The guests have all arrived, and everything is ready for the gala—"He caught sight of the scene before him and stopped short.His scalp prickled. He spun around in a panic, words tumbling out. "I-I didn't see anything! I-I wasn't here!"With that, he bolted as if for his life.Isolde flushed. She reached up to straighten Bruce's rumpled collar and tie. "You're going to a gala tonight?"It was no wonder he was dressed so formally.Bruce nodded. He took her small, busy hand and enclosed it in his palm. "The return gala I prepared for you.""For me?" Isolde blinked, startled."To celebrate your full recovery," he said. "The queen's return."Isolde stilled. Then understanding broke over her, and a hot surge filled her chest.Word had already spread through the industry that her hand injury had been so severe it might leave her disabled.Who knew how many competitors watched from the shadows, how many wond
Bruce had changed into a perfectly tailored black custom-made suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist, giving him the upright bearing of a pine tree.His hair was meticulously styled, revealing a full forehead and sharply defined brows.He was already handsome enough to draw hostility, but now, with the added polish, he was so striking that one hardly dared look at him directly. He seemed even more dazzling than the sunlight outside the window.Most lethal of all, his shirt collar was slightly open, exposing a fresh, ambiguous red mark on his slender neck.That was the "evidence of crime" she had left behind in last night's passion.The austere, disciplined suit stood in sharp contrast to the sensual mark on his skin, creating an almost bewitching allure.Isolde could not help but gulp, her mind flashing uncontrollably through vivid fragments of the night before.Bruce's thin lips curved slightly as he stepped forward and leaned in. He braced his arms on the b
Isolde shot up from the bed, anger surging. "That's despicable! Why didn't you tell me earlier? We start work tomorrow!"After hanging up, she immediately opened an app and booked a flight for that night.As she stared at the ticket confirmation, her anger slowly gave way to reason.In five hours, she would be flying to Preta, leaving Bruce behind.She had not discussed it with him. She had not even told him. She did not dare imagine the look of disappointment on his face when he found out.A faint ache spread through her chest.…After washing up, Isolde changed into comfortable home clothes and walked toward the study.The door stood slightly ajar. Bruce's low, steady voice drifted from inside.She nudged the door open and peered inside.Sunlight filled the study. Bruce sat behind a large desk, with a dark bookshelf spanning the wall behind him. The glow of the computer screen highlighted the sharp lines of his profile, his high nose bridge and set jaw lending him a cold, b
Isolde barely had time to react before Bruce lifted her into his arms. In a few strides, he carried her to the wide, soft sofa and pressed her down beneath his solid body.His kiss followed. It burned as it claimed her, parting her lips with insistence, taking without hesitation.The air turned hot and heavy.Clothes fell into disarray. Their breaths tangled.Bruce braced himself above her, his dark eyes tinged red with desire."I want you…" His voice came out hoarse, restrained yet searing with intensity. "Can I?"Isolde's body went weak, as if the strength had drained from her bones, leaving her soft and yielding."If I said no…" She lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck, tilting her head up to meet him. Her lips brushed his Adam's apple in a warm, damp kiss, then trailed along his neck, leaving faint marks in their wake. "Would you stop?"Bruce's body stiffened for a brief moment. He lowered his gaze. "Of course."Isolde smiled like a sly, lazy cat, her fingertip
Just then, the doorbell rang.Bruce was not home. Isolde was alone and too lazy to cook, so she had ordered takeout.She assumed the delivery had arrived. She hurried over and opened the door, only to find Alan standing there.He held an elegant food container. "Isolde, takeout isn't healthy. I s
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Isolde hesitated for only a second. Thoughts of Jane and divorce crowded her mind, yet what she said sounded remarkably considerate. "I wanted to ask what you'd like for breakfast tomorrow morning. I'll make it for you."Bruce had not brought up the divorce, so she had no intention of rushing the t
"Actually… I do have something…" Isolde spoke slowly as she walked toward Bruce, step by step, her fingers resting casually on the solid arm exposed above the water.The warmth and firmness of his skin made her fingertips burn, as if touched by flame.Instinct told her to pull back, but when the c







