Chapter 5 - He Arrived!

Suddenly, a man appears in the mirror.

I gaze at the man's features in the mirror. His nose is as straight as a mountain peak, and his eyes are as deep as the cosmos.

His gaze overlaps with the eyes from my dream five years ago. Even in the darkness, his domineering look pierces through my soul.

My heart couldn't help but race uncontrollably,

The mature woody scent of Hermès men's cologne fills the air, accompanied by his damn arrogant, cold, and noble aura...

I feel like a startled fawn encountering a lion and instinctively take a step back, wanting to turn and run away.

But the next second, I grit my teeth, stand my ground, and raise my hand, delivering a fierce slap to his face.

A crisp sound echoes in the surroundings, and the crowd fall silent.

He didn't expect such a reaction from me.

Even the bodyguards are stunned, taking a few seconds to react and then moving towards me.

"Step back!" he coldly orders.

The bodyguards tremble, bowing their heads and retreating.

I'm a bit frightened by my own actions, but I muster the courage to maintain eye contact with him!

However, he is so much taller than me...

I have to crane my neck to meet his gaze, and inexplicably, my presence seems to shrink in comparison...

I bet he will explode with anger.

But he merely glances at me indifferently, not bothering to argue with me here.

"Eric, bring her in."

Eric is taken aback by my actions; the iconic polite smile disappears from his face, and a mix of fear and admiration flash in his eyes, as though I just did something remarkable.

But I am not afraid!

I try to mimic the man's demeanor, giving him a casual glance and striding forward.

He leads me into his office without uttering a word, still seats on the edge of his desk, silently examining me.

Eric tactfully exits the room.

The man clears his throat, his voice as cold and distant as it was five years ago. "Lily? A graduate of Violet University, now working as a journalist at Nightingale Newspaper?"

I turn my head to look outside the window, refusing to answer his question.

Yea, take it. This is my silent protest.

He furrows his brows slightly, "The you from five years ago didn't seem so impolite."

The mention of it brings back memories of him forcing me to become pregnant, causing my breakup with my boyfriend and leaving me to fend for myself with Chris in an unfamiliar city...

Anger clouds my judgment, and I pounce on him once again, raising my hand to slap him.

However, this time, he is prepared.

My hand is grabbed midway, ensnared by his strong, wide palm. He holds my delicate wrist so tightly that it starts to hurt, almost as if he could crush it.

"Hiss— Let me go!"

I struggle desperately, using my other hand to push against his chest.

But he remains unmoved!

My resistance is as insignificant as a struggling kitten in his presence, posing no threat whatsoever.

Instead of getting angry, he even sports a faint smile, tinged with a hint of amusement.

Damn his smile! I lift my knee and attempt to knee him between his legs!

Unfortunately, he reacts quickly, tilting his wrist to thwart my attack and then effortlessly pushes me down onto the desk.

My two arms are locked above my head just like that night five years ago, but this time, the situation is even worse...

Because my body is forced into a humiliating crescent shape, and his upper body leans forward, our lower parts almost pressing tightly against each other!

I can even feel the shape and the noticeably higher temperature there...

Terrified, I dare not move again, stifling my breathing as much as possible.

"Now quiet?" he sighs with a hint of helplessness. "It seems you're still used to expressing yourself in this manner."

What?

Infuriated and embarrassed, I want to kick him with my legs.

But he simply extends his forearm to push my body further into the office desk, causing my legs to hang in the air.

In panic, my legs instinctively wrap around... his waist.

He looks down, and then looks back to meet my eyes. His voice low and questioning, "Is this how you usually 'play around' with men?"

"You... stop talking nonsense!" I glare at him in anger.

As his gaze sweeps over my flushed face and slender neck, it lingers for a few seconds on my chest, he finally says, "Well, your body is indeed more charming than your temperament."

He uses his free hand to lightly grasp my slender neck.

Without any force, he gently wraps his fingers around it.

His thumb caresses my skin, as if he is assessing and polishing a precious piece of ivory art.

Yet, his touch ignites a spark within me.

My eyes become hazy, and my breathing grows heavier...

I can feel his hand slowly moving up, gently cupping my face.

His thumb lightly traces my lips before parting them and intruding inside.

I open my eyes wide in shock, resisting the tantalizingly electrifying sensation. I bite down hard on his fingertip!