Timothy loosened his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt. His long fingers slid sensually along his sexy Adam's apple, leaving Yara unable to resist a throat-clearing reaction.With a physique like his, it was clear that a physical interaction would be enjoyable. Yara couldn't resist the urge to reach out and touch Timothy.She started to ponder whether the size of his manhood correlated with his height.Suddenly, Yara realized her mind had wandered into inappropriate territory. Without hesitation, she gently tapped her forehead and snapped back into reality."Mr. Howard, you mentioned wanting to kill someone. I'm on board, but please don't seduce me. I'm worried I might end up doing something crazy," she pleaded.Yara's gaze lingered on Timothy's elegantly sculpted collarbone and felt somewhat flustered."I'm close to making a terrible mistake. Please stop trying to seduce me," she muttered.Timothy hesitated and started buttoning his shirt."I was just feeling warm, and your
Jordan sat with his eyes closed in Lancaster Group, one hand pressed against his forehead, his brow furrowed, clearly in discomfort.The office door swung open gently, and a man approached, his footsteps muffled by the carpet, creating a subtle rustling sound.Jordan heard the soft footsteps and stopped rubbing his forehead. He opened his eyes slowly and fixed his gaze on the door. His facial expression was stern yet welcoming."What brought you here?" Jordan asked."I heard about Oliver's accident, the fall down the stairs that left him with a broken leg. I was concerned that there might not be anyone to look after you, and you could end up pushing yourself too hard," Kyros spoke with a concerned tone.He noticed Jordan rubbing his forehead and asked, "Are you having another headache?"Kyros possessed a slim, attractive physique and exceptionally fair skin that gave the impression that he hadn't seen the sun in years.He exuded the energy of a young man in their twenties, and h
Even though Sebastian had mentioned inviting others, Calista and Paul hadn't come across anyone else after changing their sports attire and entering the golf course.Calista was now pregnant so she couldn't participate in strenuous physical activities. Nonetheless, she had donned her sports attire and joined them."Mr. Hauser, have you had a chance to review the contract I sent you a few days ago?" Calista inquired.Sebastian, holding a golf club, waved his hand at Calista."Ms. Everhart, let's take a break from work and enjoy some leisure time. I don't talk about business during the game."Sebastian looked at her and continued, "How about guessing whether I can get a hole-in-one?"Before Calista could respond, Paul interrupted, "I've heard you're an award-winning golfer, Mr. Hauser. Getting a hole-in-one should be a piece of cake for you."Sebastian smiled and nodded, knowing what was on Paul's mind. During the mid-game break, Sebastian wiped off his sweat and drank water befor
Sebastian, who had some age to him, had just finished playing golf with Paul and was feeling the strain of the game.As he rested his aching arms and watched Jordan play, he couldn't help but be impressed by his skills.Sebastian initially thought Jordan's earlier impressive shot was just a fluke, but he soon realized he was wrong."Mr. Lancaster, your golf skills are remarkable. I've only seen such shots from professional players," Sebastian complimented.Jordan interrupted, "Oh, come on, Mr. Hauser. It's not that my golf skills are exceptional. It's just that your technique needs more practice."Sebastian was left speechless, feeling the sting of Jordan's retort. He couldn't believe that Jordan's emotional intelligence was so lacking.Jordan was known for his sharp tongue, but his lack of emotional intelligence was unexpected.Sebastian understood why women often found such behavior from such men irritating. If it weren't for the business aspect, Sebastian would have considere
Calista bid farewell to Sebastian. The middle-aged man who had seemingly ignored her earlier now wore a warm smile and showed enthusiasm."Ms. Everhart, no need to rush. It's 4.30 PM now, and I've already had my secretary book a table. It's the perfect time to discuss the business deal," Sebastian remarked.Calista found it difficult to decline Sebastian's offer."Alright. Let's wait for Mr. Lancaster to join us before we take off," Sebastian added.Calista's group followed suit, heading for a Calaiselle Cuisine not far from the golf club. It was a private restaurant renowned for its exclusivity, typically necessitating reservations.When they reached the private room, only three vacant seats were next to Jordan. Paul approached to claim one, but a man deeply immersed in his phone raised his head, a cunning grin playing on his lips."Mr. Baker, you're here as a companion today, correct? Is it okay for you to occupy this seat?" the man retorted.The man in his seat radiated an in
Henry noticed Selena turning pale as a sheet. He hurriedly patted her on her back to comfort her."The baby isn't gone. It's just …"He bit his lip before continuing to speak, "It was never there. Calista isn't pregnant. You were severely ill back then. You refused to eat or drink. We were all worried about you. That's when you misunderstood what was happening …"He rattled off as quickly as he could. He was afraid Selena would collapse if he hesitated for even a moment. Even then, he kept his eyes on her. His hand hovered behind her as if to support her. There was no need for Henry to continue. Selena could hazard a guess. Her brows furrowed further. "So, my grandchild is gone?" she asked mournfully."It's not that your grandchild is gone. There was never a grandchild," Henry corrected her."Doesn't that mean the same thing?""Strictly speaking …"It didn't mean the same thing. Selena glared at him in a threatening manner. It was as if she were daring him to argue. Henry st
Calista looked up; her eyes reflecting the dazzling lights above."I'll make you take back all the words you said about him being dead."Jordan was rendered speechless. A slight smile tugged at his lips before vanishing as quickly as it appeared. "Do you love him that much?""That is between him and I. It has nothing to do with anyone else.""But, I heard you and Mr. Northwood had gotten a divorce. If you love him so much, why haven't the two of you gotten remarried?"Calista turned her nose up at him."Take off your pants, and I'll tell you."She sounded stern as she spoke. It was as if she were researching and writing a thesis for college. Despite the ambiguity of her words, it was devoid of any allure. It failed to arouse any desire."Do you think Mr. Northwood would abandon you and your child if he were still alive?" Jordan asked.He took a step toward her. He brushed his other hand against her stomach."Or perhaps, I am Mr. Northwood. But what benefits would there be f
Kyros watched Jordan going through a document. From his perspective, all he could see were the latter's slightly long bangs in his face. "He said he'll return to celebrate the day the Northwood Corporation declares bankruptcy."Jordan turned a page."Is he in a remote location? Why haven't I been able to contact him?""Yeah," Kyros responded perfunctorily. Then, he reached for a medicine bottle from the drawer."Have you taken your medicine, Jordan?""I have."Kyros didn't bother to verify it this time and tossed the bottle back into the drawer. That was when the secretary arrived with desserts. So, he ate it. He looked to be in bliss the moment the cake was in his mouth. He resembled a fox savoring a divine delicacy.Jordan remained busy throughout the entire process. He was either going through documents, holding meetings, or making phone calls. Kyros propped his chin up as he watched him with bright eyes.Kyros didn't stay long and soon left. The moment he was gone, Jord