Emily was surprised to see Denovon at the door."Why are you here?" she asked, standing from her chair. She walked out from behind her desk and went to meet him halfway.Denovon stepped into her office and walked directly toward her, meeting her in the middle of the room."What did he say to you?" he asked, ignoring her question completely. That was what mattered to him now. Nothing else.Emily sighed, trying to hold back the emotions still boiling inside her."He said he’s sorry. And… if I want, we can get back together." Her voice was calm, but her eyes burned with anger. Her fists clenched slightly as she spoke."Get back together?" Denovon repeated, his voice suddenly cold, hard like ice. How dare that bastard?Emily nodded, her expression tightening. "Yes."Denovon didn’t like hearing that. Not because he was afraid, but because the audacity of it irritated him deeply. That Charles could think he still had a place in her heart—it made his blood boil."Do you want to get back toge
Charles left Denovon’s office feeling downcast.He had hoped foolishly that maybe he could walk out of there with a contract in hand.Even though a part of him already knew it was close to impossible.That's why he wanted to speak to Emily. He needed her help.The problem was, he hadn’t been able to reach her. Not even once.That dangerous-looking woman who always followed her around..her new bodyguard or whatever she was—had been blocking him every single time.Thinking about the woman now, Charles glanced around the lobby, half-expecting to see her pop out from behind a pillar. But no sign of her.Just then, he saw someone walking in through the entrance.His eyes widened. It was Emily.Without thinking, he called out, “Emily!”Emily had just returned to the office from an investigation and was heading back to her office when she heard her name. She paused, then turned her head toward the voice.Charles.She looked away immediately and kept walking.She wasn’t surprised to see him—h
Denovon walked into Rowland Corporation with heavy steps.One look at him and it was clear—he wasn’t in a good mood.His jaw was tight. His brows were slightly pulled together. He looked like a man who had something on his mind, and whatever it was, it wasn’t making him happy.He was still frustrated. Still burning from the interruption that ruined his morning with Emily.They had been in the heat of the moment, their bodies close, their hearts racing, when his phone rang. His grandfather.By the time he finished the call and returned to the bedroom, Emily was already dressed for work. Just like that, the moment was gone. And now, hours later, he still wasn’t over it.The fire inside him hadn’t cooled. But for now, he had to push it aside.He had work to do.11:20 AMGeorge, his assistant, knocked lightly and entered the office.“Sir, the vice president of Carter’s Industry is here to see you,” he announced.Denovon looked up slowly, his expression hardening. A cold smile tugged at th
Emily woke up feeling pressed. She needed to use the bathroom urgently. But just as she tried to move, she realized Denovon was holding her tightly from behind..his arms wrapped around her, his body pressed close like he was afraid she might disappear if he let go.She slowly turned her head to face him.He was fast asleep.His breathing was steady, his expression calm… peaceful.Emily stared at his face for a moment. He looked so gentle in his sleep. She would have loved to just admire him a little longer, but nature was calling.So, she leaned in and softly kissed the side of his lips. Then, gently and carefully, she slipped out of his arms and stood up without making a sound.After using the restroom, she came out and realized she wasn’t sleepy anymore.Her eyes fell on the document—the one Denovon gave her last night. The shares.Quietly, she walked to the desk where she had placed it.She picked it up and sat down.For a few minutes, she just stared at the papers. Her heart swell
Denovon stared at the phone. The screen had gone dark—Emily had ended the call. Maybe it was out of anger… or maybe by mistake. He wasn’t sure. But he knew the conversation with her father must have hurt. Not just made her angry, but also sad. He knew the kind of emotions she would be struggling with right now."Have you done what I asked you to do?" he asked George, who was sitting in the front seat."Yes, sir," George replied without hesitation. He knew exactly what Denovon was referring to.Denovon nodded slowly. "We’re going back today."—Meanwhile, back at the company, Emily was pacing inside her office. Her anger had not cooled down one bit. It wasn’t just about the betrayal anymore—it was the audacity her father had, coming to ask her for help like nothing had happened.“He bit off more than he can chew,” she said through gritted teeth. “I can’t let him go free this time.”Her voice was low but dangerous.She stopped walking and stared at her reflection in the glass wall.“But
Ma, it’s lunch hour,” Chloe said to Emily awkwardly. She was already hungry.Emily looked at her watch and realized lunch was almost over. She had been so engrossed in reviewing the ongoing project that she had completely forgotten the time.“Pack up. Let’s go have lunch,” Emily said, waiting for Chloe to gather the files.They entered their car and drove to a restaurant. Their order came, and just as Emily was about to eat, her phone buzzed with a message. She checked—it was from Denovon.“How’s your day going?” he asked.Emily smiled and texted back, “It’s going well. I’m having lunch.”She added another text: “I hope yours is going well too.”Instead of replying with a text, Denovon called her on video.Emily tried to keep a straight face before picking up. She had been smiling too much lately when it came to him.“Hey, are you heading somewhere?” she asked when she saw he was inside a car.“I’m heading back to the hotel,” Denovon replied, not explaining further.Emily nodded. “Wha