I Married The Cold And Possessive Emperor
He pushed himself away from his workstation, his tall figure looming beside Zia.
With a shared understanding, they both moved with seamless coordination, exiting the room in tandem. The air crackled with a newfound energy, anticipation hanging thickly as they embarked on their next move. As Zia's heels clicked against the cold marble floor, she reached into her pocket, retrieving her sleek smartphone. With practiced finesse, she unlocked the screen and began typing a message.
Sliding her thumb effortlessly over the touchscreen, Zia's lips quirked into a wicked smile as she crafted her message. Andrew leaned in, his curiosity piqued. "Sending out your orders already?"
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