Calista chuckled lightly."What's there to be afraid of? I’m just joining their table." She couldn’t help if Lucian was determined to make himself a victim. During their argument, the people at Paul’s table noticed them. They were all part of the same circle.Paul looked up at them, and with just one glance, he could tell that Lucian and Calista were discussing business matters. So, he didn't go over to disturb them. Lucian stared at Calista blankly and raised his hand, saying, "Hold my hand." Calista lowered, her voice displeased, "This is just a simple meal. We're not attending a dinner party. There's no need to hold hands." It seemed too deliberate and fake to be constantly holding hands. Lucian glanced at her calmly."You’re under my paygrade. I, your employer, would determine what you should and shouldn’t do. You don’t have the right to refuse." Well, in this day and age, the one with the money holds the power. Everyone had encountered a demanding boss at work.

Lucian grabbed Calista's hand and pushed the door open, stepping into the room casually. Calista furrowed her brows."This is my room. What are you doing?" Lucian's lips curved into a smirk."I’m going to shower and sleep." He spoke with a hint of amusement, but she could tell he was trying to mess with her. Lucian was doing this on purpose. He wanted to annoy her and make her helpless in dealing with him. Calista had booked a room with a king-sized bed. Besides that, the only other resting place was the couch by the window.Lucian wouldn't demean himself to sleep on the couch. So, she would either have to endure the discomfort of sharing a bed with him or sleep pitifully on the couch while watching him sprawl comfortably on the large bed she had paid for. Calista pursed her lips together and complained, "Go back to your room." Although this resort didn't have a presidential suite, it did offer VIP rooms with private baths. "We're a married couple. Everyone would think

Marcus lowered his voice, probably to make his voice sound deeper and seductive. However, Calista was so scared that her body trembled and she instinctively threw her phone at him.There was a loud bang, and Marcus let out a painful, muffled groan. He raised his hand to cover his face, and blood gushed between his fingers, dripping onto the ground. "Mr. Packard, are you okay?" Calista tried to find tissues in her bag, only to realize she hadn't brought one. "I'm sorry. I used to get stalked by bad people while I was a child, so I'm quite sensitive, and I tend to lose control when someone gets too close to me." Mr. Packard's head was buzzing with pain at this point, and he couldn't quite make out what Calista was saying.Thankfully, he did not have a concussion and was still aware of who she was. Otherwise, he would have slapped her long ago. His nose continued to bleed, and he began to suspect it might have been broken. Calista hit him hard! "Just bear with it for now, Mr.

"Calista," Eva called out.Calista had been lost in thought, and her voice startled her."Are you feeling sick? I can tell from your face. You don't look well." Calista had fair skin, and although she wasn't wearing any makeup, she didn't look the least bit unwell. Eva just noticed that she was trailing behind alone, so she picked a topic on purpose. The group was close enough, so they all stopped when they heard her concerns. Calista looked up and met with a pair of beady eyes. It was Marcus. He smirked suggestively at her when he noticed she was looking at him.Then, he returned to the honest and simple demeanor he had when they first met. The change in him was so quick no one noticed except her. Lucian furrowed his brows."Are you feeling sick?" She looked quite well when he was at her door this morning. She seemed quite riled up. Calista didn't like being the center of attention. She shook her head."No, I’m just not used to the bed, so I didn’t sleep well." Lucian

Calista’s face fell when she saw who it was. "Mr. Packard." His face was flushed and he was stumbling. It was clear that he was drunk.He smiled sleazily and greeted, “Miss Calista.” Calista's gaze fell on the room card he was holding."You better explain how you ended up with a key card that can open my room." In reality, there was no need for an explanation. He probably bribed some greedy staff into giving him the key card.Her question was merely an attempt to confirm the purpose of his arrival. Marcus’s gaze fixed on her."Didn't you ask to meet at a place without any surveillance cameras? I’m here to take up your invitation." He walked in and shut the door behind him. Marcus slowly approached Calista, licking his lips."There is no place safer and more comfortable than a room. I’m starting to think it’s true that Mr. Northwood spent three million to keep you." Even though she wasn’t wearing makeup and dressed in a modest and old-fashioned nightgown, Calista was st