Dylan's POVHearing Emma say that I silently breathed a sigh of relief. But intuitively, I thought that Bernie would definitely give me a hard time, so I was even more careful. I asked Emma, "What restaurant do you normally order for him?"Maybe Emma thought I wouldn't ask further, so she turned to leave. Suddenly hearing my question, Emma clearly stopped. She shook her head: "Not fixed. If not, try ordering a quick snack at a restaurant near your company. Chloe knows the phone numbers of these restaurants very well. You should ask her."After saying that, Emma hurriedly left as if she was in a hurry to do some business. I could only obediently run to ask Chloe, but she gave me a list of restaurants selling food around the company, far or near. There must have been fifty restaurants. I gasped, stunned, and dialed a phone number.Finally, I ordered two sandwiches for lunch, I wanted to order more drinks but then I didn't. Anyway, Emma had said, Bernie had a very casual lunch. I waited
Bernie's POVI walked over to the reception desk, pouting at the simple meal on the table. Just now, I rushed to call Dylan back just to entrust him with some work that was already completed. After giving the job to Dylan, I felt a bit regretful. If Dylan knew the truth, he would surely think that I was deliberately making things difficult for him.“Tch!”Never mind, he can't blame me anyway. I was just doing my job right! That thought made me much more comfortable. I calmly ate the lunch that Dylan prepared for me.The meeting just ended, and Emma went to the office to find me."Mr. White, you have a dinner date with Mr. Miller tonight." Emma flipped open the schedule: “Do you want to let Dylan study?”Emma smiled at me. I knew she was trying to match me to Dylan. I licked my parched lips, not answering Emma's question. Instead, I asked her: "Did you teach Dylan to make cocoa or not?"When Emma heard me ask that, she paused for a moment, then laughed: “Mr. CEO, he only knows how to m
Dylan'POVEmma's voice rang in my ears, and I leaned over to listen to all of her words. Simply put, she was instructing me on what to do when I had to go on a business trip. Most of it is from Emma's experience, which is extremely useful to me.I nodded repeatedly, then summed it up: “How long will I have to stay in Brooklyn for this survey?”Emma thought for a moment, then said, "It could be three days. It could be a week."“It all depends on whether the other side’s project is favorable.” Emma smiled and said, “But rest assured, it won't be too hard. You just follow Mr. White. And he will tell you to do whatever you want. Maybe you will meet some customers who want to meet. At this time, just ask your boss!”I listened and took notes on my phone. Anyway, this is my first time on a business trip. Before starting the business trip, I had to research the project again, so that the survey did not have any errors. Furthermore, Emma also told me that, as Bernie's main assistant, my dutie
Bernie's POVEver since I got in the car, I've noticed Dylan nodding off to sleep, banging his head on the window every now and then. Just hearing the sound makes me feel sick for him. It's just that having banged my head against the window so much and Dylan still won't wake up. I sighed as if I wanted to shake him but in the end, I stopped.As I glanced at it, I could see that there were dark circles under Dylan's eyes. Maybe he didn't sleep well last night. I'm not a very strict boss, so I couldn't bear to wake him up. Until Dylan suddenly rested his head on my shoulder, goosebumps all over my body. I instinctively wanted to push him away, but when my hand touched the top of Dylan's head, I stopped. His hair is so soft.I hesitantly retracted my hand, trying to calm myself down a bit. Is it because I've been single for so long that Dylan can confuse me too? I immediately shook my head, but these strange actions of mine caught the driver's eyes. I glared at him, and he silently looke
Dylan's POVWhile I talked to the front desk, Bernie stood behind me staring at the phone non-stop. I occasionally turn to look at him, but he doesn't seem to care about the eyes around him. Not only the front desk, even other customers, every time they pass by, get a glimpse of Bernie.Bernie's looks are undeniable, even if I hate Bernie, I still find him extremely handsome. But that's not why everyone is so focused on Bernie. I'm really jealous!But then, when I turned around and handed Bernie the room key, I found out that he was staring at me from time to time. I was a little startled, but I still managed to keep a calm expression on my face. I was about to drag two suitcases to the elevator but Bernie stopped me."Let me!" Bernie said faintly: "Anyway, it's my luggage, don't let you work so hard!"What else can I say? I nodded at Bernie, then pushed open the elevator, “Shall we go to the construction site now?”I frowned seriously thinking about today's busy schedule: "If I have
Dylan's POVWe quickly finished our meal, then went to the place Sir Leonard had promised. The conversation went quite smoothly, Bernie also drank a lot of alcohol. I wanted to drink for him but was stopped by him. While Leonard wasn't paying attention, Bernie leaned close to my ear and spoke."Don't drink. There must be a sane person between the two of us." Bernie's breath is so hot it makes goosebumps rise. I wanted to push his head to the side but was afraid of making a big noise.I could only growl, "Bernie, sit up straight!"Bernie heard me say that and was a little stunned. He pursed his lips and said "Uhm" once. And then he pretended to be nothing and continued drinking with Leonard. After a small lunch that lasted two hours, except for a few glasses of wine, Bernie and I could not eat anything. Apparently, Bernie was all too familiar with this already.Leonard stood up, shook hands with Bernie, cheerfully smiled, and said: “I am very happy today. White, this time I'm counting
Bernie's POVEach cup of wine poured down my throat, burning hot as if it wanted to burn my whole body. It's been a while since I was admitted to the hospital since I haven't touched alcohol, except when it's imperative that I politely refuse. Leonard is an important partner, and I could hardly refuse his invitation.Suddenly, Dylan pulled me. He asked with a low voice, "Do you need me to drink instead? Emma said you can't drink much."I shook my head, and when Leonard wasn't paying attention, he leaned close to Dylan's ear: "Don't drink. There must be a sane person between the two of us."I narrowed my eyes slightly. This wine has a low alcohol content, but drinking a lot makes people feel dizzy. I was almost leaning on Dylan's shoulder, but before I knew it I heard him snarl, "Bernie, sit up straight!"I was stunned, suddenly being yelled at by Dylan, I felt so unjust. I huffed "yeah" for an hour and then was dragged into the conversation by Leonard again. Leonard stopped talking ab
Bernie's POVThe first thing I did when I got back to my room was to find the stomach ache pill. After taking the medicine, I breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully, in the afternoon, the pain will not appear again. I looked at myself in the mirror, my face turned white because of the pain, and my lips were dry.I sighed full of frustration, finally climbed into bed, and closed my eyes to rest, in my head, there were trivial images. It's all Dylan. I saw Dylan when he was in high school when he was in college, then Dylan in the present. They are so mixed together that I can't tell them apart.In the first place, I should have chosen to go on a business trip with Katherine or Vivian. But now it's too late to regret it, I have no way to change this. I know my opinion of Dylan is slowly changing, which is not a positive sign. Dylan is a straight guy, I'm gay, but the most taboo gay thing is to fall in love with straight guys.I don't even think that Dylan will become bisexual because of me
Personnel changes didn't cause any ripples in the company, and certainly not in Dylan's daily life.He and Bernie had been living together for almost a month now. Today was a day off, but Bernie had a necessary appointment with a partner. At the same time, Dylan planned to visit his mother.Standing in front of the mirror, adjusting his outfit, Dylan felt Bernie's intense gaze beside him. After a while, unable to resist, Bernie approached and hugged him from behind."Can you come with me?" he whispered into Dylan's ear. "Don't go to your appointment; come with me, please."Dylan turned around, embraced the other's firm waist, and lifted his head to kiss him on the cheek. "Don't be naughty, love. I know this appointment is important."Bernie seemed quite dissatisfied. "Yet you won't come with me."Dylan, feeling somewhat reluctant, chuckled, "Don't we already have Katherine and Scarlet? Besides, your coming along wouldn't make much of a difference."Bernie remained quite dissatisfied,
Peaceful Sunday morning.Dylan wanted to get up and find something to do, but Bernie didn't want to. He just insisted on holding Dylan on the bed. Dylan thought maybe the new project had tortured them too much lately, especially Bernie; it was complicated to have a free weekend, so let's just follow his wishes.Dylan won't say it's because he's tired of being "tortured" by him...Dylan laid his head on Bernie's large, sturdy chest, talking to him in a no-no way about the newly completed project, about his family, about their future.The more Dylan talked, the more sleepy he became. Finally, he didn't know when he fell asleep again.Dylan slept very well, like an angel on Mount Olympus buried in a soft, warm blanket.When Bernie watched him sleep, his heart was very calm, very content.It would be nice if life stopped at this moment. Then Dylan would forever be in his arms, forever peaceful and warm like this.But that couldn't be done; they skipped breakfast, and they couldn't let Dyl
Dylan stood in front of the mirror, selecting his outfit for the day as he had a date with Bernie. It had been a week since Dylan and Bernie started their relationship. In reality, they had always been together in the company. Still, due to Dylan's thin face, he didn't make their relationship public. Bernie had been upset about this for a long time, probably for about two hours.Despite not being public, the secret dating within the company brought a thrilling and novel sense of excitement. With a busy week behind them, today was the first time in a while that they had time for each other. Bernie had taken advantage of the morning when there was no one around to tightly embrace Dylan, continuously kissing his face like a giant puppy seeking affection. Dylan had to coax and promise about their evening date before Bernie finally let him go.Thinking about it, Dylan couldn't help but smile, feeling that this time was indeed good. After changing clothes, Dylan grabbed his phone, checked t
Dylan's POVI don't even know what's on the screen; my entire focus is on the person sitting next to me, Bernie. Suddenly, I feel my lips nibbling on something, and in a panic, I realize it's Bernie's finger. My face blushes momentarily. It turns out that while I was lost in thought, Bernie continuously fed me popcorn, which made me incredibly happy.Two hours of watching the movie passed quite quickly. I don't know how many times I accidentally bit Bernie's finger. I just know that my stomach is full of popcorn. I've eaten so much that I don't want to eat it again."Why did you feed me so much?" I sighed, looking at him while he disposed of the empty popcorn bag in the trash.Bernie hesitated momentarily, then changed the subject: "Let's stroll in the mall. Aren't you full now? We can have lunch in a bit!"I just nodded, then wandered with Bernie. But when I looked at something for a few seconds, Bernie immediately stopped and wanted to buy it for me. I chuckled and pulled Bernie awa
Bernie's POVAfter Dylan left, I was alone in the office, thinking about my date with him tonight. I couldn't help but feel extremely nervous. Earlier, I hadn't been as composed as I appeared; in front of Dylan, I had tried to be tough to make him confront his feelings. I sighed and rubbed my temples, the tension making me forget to tell Dylan where we were meeting.Maybe Dylan wasn't back to work yet, and I could use my authority to call him for a chat. I had never felt the power that came with my position as excellent as I did now, being able to mix business with personal matters. But that thought faded; I couldn't force Dylan to do what I wanted.After much contemplation, I left my office and headed to the assistant's room. Just a few minutes without seeing Dylan, I missed him so much it felt like an electric shock. It must be the Alpha blood in me surging. I took a deep breath, trying to regain my composure, and went to the assistant's room.As I was about to enter, I overheard Ch
Dylan's POVStanding in front of the clinic's door, I suddenly felt a bit hesitant, even though we had been so encouraging to each other last night. I looked at Bernie, who seemed to be equally concerned, with his brows furrowed, and my heart skipped a beat. It turned out that I wasn't the only one feeling this way.I smiled and reassured him, "Don't worry, it's just a routine medical checkup!" With that, I leaned in and gave Bernie a kiss. In that moment, I noticed the receptionist looking at us with curiosity, and her face turned slightly pink.Bernie gently stroked my hair, still looking worried, but his furrowed brows relaxed a bit. "Let's go inside," he said.He knocked on the door, and from inside, we heard a warm and welcoming voice saying, "Come in!"Her voice had a soothing effect, easing the anxiety in our hearts. Bernie and I exchanged glances, and I nodded with confidence.We pushed open the door and entered the room. Behind the desk sat a middle-aged woman with silver str
Dylan's POVStanding in front of the veterinary clinic, faint images suddenly flashed in my mind, as if I had stood there many times before. I rubbed my temples, biting my lip to endure the fleeting pain."Dylan, what's wrong?"In an instant, Bernie's gentle voice echoed in my ear, and the pain gradually subsided. Facing Bernie's concerned gaze, my heart softened, and I smiled in response, "I'm fine. Let's go inside quickly!"Upon hearing that, Bernie smiled and took hold of my hand, gently placing a kiss on my fingertips. My ears turned red; even though I had accepted the fact that we were a couple, I still couldn't fully adjust to Bernie's intimate gestures. I gently pulled my hand away from Bernie's and whispered, "Don't do that, we're in a public place!"Bernie burst into laughter, playfully tousling my slightly messy hair. "We're legally married, they can't judge us!"After saying that, he leaned in towards me as if he wanted to kiss my lips. I quickly glanced around and, not see
Bernie's POVDylan and I went downstairs together to meet John. Although he felt a bit uneasy, he obediently sat next to me. Witnessing that scene, I couldn't help but feel heartbroken. I tightly grasped Dylan's hand, glanced at John, and asked, "Do you have a way to make him remember everything from the past?"John pondered for a moment and then turned the question back to us, "So, it all began seven years ago when Dylan had a car accident, and then Olivia decided to use hypnosis to eliminate his painful memories. Am I correct?"Olivia stood beside us, sighing as she placed a glass of water on the table. "It was my own decision. Back then, Dylan was in immense pain, and Andy and I couldn't bear to see him suffer like that.""Mom..." he whispered, his voice pleading, and he blinked back tears. "I don't blame you, Mom."I embraced him tightly, gently patting Dylan's back to offer comfort. His body immediately tensed up, and I sighed, realizing that Dylan wasn't accustomed to my embrace
Bernie's POVI gazed at Dylan's surprised expression even while he was sleeping, feeling a thrill of excitement. I restrained myself from pinching his cheek, sensing his annoyance within his chest as he furrowed his brows. I quickly let go of him, and he settled back into a deep sleep.I held onto Dylan tightly, then stood up and carried him to the bedroom. However, as soon as I placed Dylan on the bed, he suddenly opened his eyes. His face turned pale like a sheet of paper, looking at me as if he had seen a ghost. He breathed heavily and hoarsely asked, "Bernie? Aren't you drunk?"I paused, not understanding what time period Dylan was referring to. If it was after I met Dylan, then I hadn't been drinking anymore. As for before that...I only drank during my college years and shortly after graduation. But during that time, I had never met Dylan.Various thoughts appeared in my mind, and the seeds of suspicion grew thicker day by day. In the end, what was Dylan hiding from me? Or rather