Chapter 4

This was utterly ridiculous.

Hannah tried to get up quickly, but in her panic, she hit her head hard against the car roof. The sharp pain made her dizzy, and she had no choice but to sit back down.

Sebastian fell silent.

Noticing the sudden change in his body, Hannah felt tears prick her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Uncle," she murmured.

She shifted herself slowly, inch by inch, until she finally slid off his lap. The moment she landed on the leather seat, it felt like a small part of her had died and come back to life.

…

Outside the Luminary Capital office building.

Joe, tense and cautious, parked the car. The minor incident earlier had left him too nervous to even breathe loudly.

The car came to a stop by the curb.

Hannah hurriedly opened the car door. "Thank you, Uncle. Thank you, Mr. Wood."

With those words, she quickly walked into the building without looking back, like she was fleeing the scene.

Joe asked, a hint of unease in his voice, "Sir, do you want to go to the office?"

Sebastian glanced down at himself.

He crossed his legs with careful elegance, the only way to somewhat hide the situation. Given the already considerable size of his manhood and his current state, going to the office was out of the question.

His expression darkened, and he replied curtly, "Head to Oceanview Bay."

Joe nodded and drove away.

Sebastian's gaze shifted back from the office building, his voice low. "Have you contacted the woman from last night?"

Joe quickly replied, "We're still trying to reach her."

Sebastian gave a quiet grunt in response and closed his eyes to rest.

But in the quiet, he could almost hear it again—the soft, unguarded, and irresistibly seductive sounds of the seductive woman from last night.

Desire surged through him, making him lose control. He had been rough with her, taking her many times.

In a sudden flash of realization, Sebastian's eyes darkened, and a sharp, intense look crossed his face. He found himself overlaying that sound with Hannah’s face.

Damn it!

Was he really that deprived after staying sexless for so long?

…

At Luminary Capital

Hannah headed directly to the sales department manager's office to discuss her new role. The manager, Logan Mills, a long-time company veteran, knew Hannah well. "Mrs. Spencer, please, take a seat."

Hannah replied, “No need. I’m here to work, not to catch up. Just tell me what you need me to do.”

Logan looked a bit conflicted. After a moment of hesitation, he decided to be honest. “Mrs. Spencer, there’s been a major shake-up in the sales department. Besides me, no one knows you’re married to Mr. Spencer. In my opinion, it’s best if your identity stays under wraps.”

Hannah agreed readily, “That’s how it should be.”

Relieved, Logan continued, “The work in the sales department isn’t as simple as it seems. I hope you can work alongside everyone else, on equal footing, striving together to achieve great things. I’ve arranged for you to start by working with the sales manager, Wendy Chew. You’ll be under her supervision for now.”

Hannah nodded. “I’ll head over there now.”

Logan personally escorted Hannah to the door.

As soon as he closed it, his phone rang—it was Shawn. “How did it go?”

Logan quickly replied, “Mrs. Spencer just left, Mr. Spencer. I’ve assigned her to Wendy Chew, who is notorious in our department for being incredibly strict. She doesn’t know who Mrs. Spencer is and will treat her with the same harshness as any regular employee. I’m confident Mrs. Spencer will resign on her own in a few days.”

Shawn praised him in a deep tone, “Good job. As long as Hannah decides to quit on her own, you’ll be well rewarded.”

Leo chuckled, eager to please. “It’s my honor to ease your worries, Mr. Spencer.”

Shawn hung up, and Logan sneered with satisfaction.

What was the point of all that passionate love back then?

Now, weren’t they just sharing a bed but dreaming different dreams?

Logan shook his head.

After leaving Leo’s office, Hannah found Wendy’s office by checking the nameplate on the door. She knocked, and when a voice from inside said, “Come in,” she pushed the door open and stepped in.

Wendy looked at Hannah, her gaze lingering for a long time on her naturally stunning face, before finally speaking in a cool, businesslike tone, “You must be Hannah Hart?”

Hannah nodded. “Yes, Ms. Chew, I’ll be counting on your guidance from now on.”

Wendy's voice remained brisk and cold. “You’re pretty, I’ll give you that. Honestly, it can be an advantage in sales, but it doesn’t mean I’ll think any better of you for it.

“Here in the sales department, performance always comes first. Here’s a file from Hugwell Corporation. I need you to organize the past five years of their partnership cases for me by the end of the day—5:30 sharp.”

Hannah took the file and responded with a simple, “Got it.”

She dove straight into the work.

Come on, between love and career, she had to nail at least one, right?

Next to Hannah's workstation was a young woman named Gina Summer, a recent graduate who had just been made a permanent employee. As soon as Hannah arrived, Gina handed her a small four-leaf clover charm.

“For good luck. Just give it a little prayer now and then, and wealth will naturally come your way.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re so pretty! How old are you?”

“I’m twenty-four.”

“I’m twenty-two. Can I call you Hannah? Oh, and you can just call me Gina.”

“Alright!”

"Hannah, since you're new here, feel free to ask me if you have any questions. I might not always know the answer, but I've been here longer and know more people—I can ask around for you."

“Alright.”

Gina was great at slacking off, so subtly that no one seemed to notice. She even tried to get Hannah to slack off with her, but Hannah politely declined.

With just ten minutes left before the end of the workday, Hannah finally stood up from the mountain of documents, rubbing her sore shoulders and neck, and headed to Wendy’s office with the files she’d organized.

When she came out, most of her colleagues had already left. Gina eagerly invited Hannah to take the subway home with her.

But as they walked out of the office building's lobby, they saw Shawn pull up in his car to pick up Denise, who was waiting by the roadside.

Hannah instinctively stepped back, not wanting to be seen.

It wasn’t the right time to confront Shawn just yet. She was still figuring things out at the company and needed to make sure he didn't move any assets in advance.

After the Mercedes pulled away, Gina sighed with envy. "I’m so jealous, Hannah. Did you see that woman just now? She claims to be Mr. Spencer’s secretary, but she’s actually his lover."

“Secretary?”

Hannah frowned. She had no idea Denise had started working at Luminary Capital!

Gina nodded, dropping her voice to a whisper as she gossiped about their boss. "Once, I accidentally walked in on them making out in the office—things were getting really intense. I swear, if I hadn’t shown up with the monthly report, they might have gone all the way right then and there."

The young woman was bold and straightforward, saying whatever came to mind without a hint of restraint or shame.

Hannah felt a sharp sting in her heart, a wave of aching pain swelling within her.

She had never imagined that the love that accompanied her throughout her entire youth would end in such an ugly, humiliating way.

She had become a joke.

…

No. 1 Mansion, Penthouse

Hannah returned home.

She had assumed that Shawn and Denise would be out fooling around again tonight, but to her surprise, he was home.

Shawn sighed. "Honey, it's already 6:50 p.m. On the first day of our marriage, I’m all alone in this cold and empty house without even a warm meal. Is this really how you want things to be?"

As she changed her shoes, Hannah replied, "I’m not a cook or a maid. If you want warm meals, we can hire a live-in housekeeper."

Shawn walked over and hugged her, his voice softening. "Honey, I just want to eat your cooking."

Hannah pulled away from his embrace and walked to the tea room to pour herself a glass of water. "Shawn, no woman wants to spend her entire life locked in the kitchen, smelling like grease. In the past, I spent hours cooking for you because I liked you."

Shawn was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled. “Honey, listen to yourself. Are you saying you don’t like me anymore?”

Hannah shot back, “Well, do you still like me?”

Shawn chuckled and shook his head. "Hannah, what’s going on with you? You’ve been acting so strangely since yesterday. Of course, I care about you—you’re the love of my life.

“I’m sorry for leaving you behind this morning, but Denise is in the middle of a divorce cooling-off period, and her idiot ex-husband keeps bothering her. We grew up together; I can’t just stand by and watch her get mistreated.”

Hannah let out a derisive laugh. “Shawn, have you slept with Denise?”