Steve Jobbs stood in front of the French window in his office and watched the city from the top floor. His face was emotionless as usually and he only pulled his gaze away from the view when he felt a person approach. "Boss" James announced as he stepped into the office. He gave a nod and moved towards the young man with a document in his hand. "Hm" Steve gave a deep nasal accent in response and walked away from the window. He returned to his chair and sat down elegantly while James quickly dropped the document before him. "The collaboration with the east companies have been completed, all that is needed now is your approval for the commencement of the project, sir" James diligently reported. Steve hummed and nodded, he took the document and flipped it open with his long manly fingers. He read through the papers carefully and at the last page, he sighed his name in satisfaction. "Good," he commented in the end and leaned back against his chair. "What else?" He asked the secretar

Things were worst than Serene expected when the car that brought her to the wedding venue stopped in front of the big cathedral. Naturally, she was escorted by Jane who helped her out of the car. As soon as she stepped out of the car, flashes from cameras crossed her eyes and it made her dizzy. She almost instinctively covered her eyes with her palm but Jane was also quick to shield her. There were so many people who had been waiting for the bride to arrive. These people were curious about who she was and the instant she appeared in front of the cathedral, they flooded her with their recorders and microphones and cameras. Serene felt dizzy and frustrated. One thing that she hated in her life was unnecessary crowd and noise. As though this scene was expected, men dressed in black suit suddenly popped out and helped led her away from the scene. The paparazzi were only able to get a few shots of her but no one got a name. And the most important thing was that her face that was hidden b

"Or, should I rather ask, who are you, woman?" Steve queried. His deep accented voice transmitted into her ears, she shivered and subconsciously took a step back. He should not have found out, right? Serene's heard was filled with several thoughts, she pondered on her actions since the beginning of the act and did not think she made any mistake that the man could have noticed. Her face was still covered with her veil, and even if she had opened the veil, she had a mask that was the replica of Amelia's face. It would be hard to tell them apart so, what exactly went wrong? "I–" She began but just before she could utter a word, she felt the man's hand left her hand, she heaved a sigh of relief immediately but, her joy came too soon. All of a sudden, the man moved, his hand wrapped around her wrist and tugged her towards him in one swift movement. She could see his closer this time, all emotions were drained from his face and all that remained was a cold piercing gaze. She trembled an

Steve did not take his eyes off her until he stood before her. Serene lifted her head and also met his gaze. She did not feel trouble like she did before while staring at him. She did not bother to stand up from her sitting position and only fixed her eyes on him. "You are really…" Steve looked down at her body once again and pinched the space between her brows. She was only wrapped in a towel and was sitting comfortably In the bed of a man that she was not even familiar with, what sort of lady is she that she was not even self-conscious? "Don't you feel ashamed to be scantily dressed in my room? Are you deliberately presenting yourself to me?" Steve taunted ad he glanced at her. However, she merely shrugged. "I did not have any of my clothes here with me" she answered calmly. Steve thought that she would at least be a little bit more self-aware when he mentioned about the way she dressed but, she was very nonchalant about it. "What sort of woman are you? Are you not worried?" He

A few minutes after Serene had entered the kitchen, a light aroma filled the kitchen and flowed into the living room. Steve inhaled that sweet savory scent and raised his head, he subconsciously looked in the direction where the smell could be traced from. The last time he smelt something so good was before his last housekeeper retired. He felt a great urge to step into the kitchen to see for himself what the woman was cooking but he controlled the urge and sat still. He tried to ignore the scent that filled his nose by reading through his emails but his stomach could not help but let out an embarrassing groan. From the look of things, it seemed he had not eaten anything good lately and the good smell of whatever Serene was cooking was making his mouth water. He cleared his throat and picked up the cup of coffee that had already turned cold. He stared at the content but did not drink from it at all. He set the cup aside and leaned back into his chair. He crossed his legs and pushed