Nathaniel Fu led Celia to a Rolls-Royce Phantom and slid into the driver's seat."Where do you want to stay tonight? Your place at Yipinlan, or my villa at Longshuiwan?"
Celia's mind, however, was fixed on her jade pendant."Mr. Fu, let's go to your office."
Nathaniel glanced sideways at her, his eyes sweeping from head to toe."Are you serious?"
Her cheeks burned crimson."I am."
With a faint smile tugging at his lips, Nathaniel turned the wheel. The Phantom roared forward, heading straight toward the Fu Group headquarters.
In the president's office, Nathaniel slipped an arm around her waist and guided her inside. He pushed the door shut with one hand, then lowered his head and kissed her.
"Wait a second, Mr. Fu." Celia pressed lightly against his chest.
"What's wrong?"
Instead of answering, she tugged at his loosened tie, leading him toward the lounge.
His dark, smoldering eyes followed her every move as he trailed behind. At the lounge doorway, she let go, stepping inside and pausing before the washstand. Slowly, she peeled away the long scar that masked her face, revealing delicate, breathtaking features.
She glanced at him through the mirror, lifted one slender finger, and beckoned.
Come here.
Nathaniel closed the lounge door behind him and obeyed.
The next morning.
Celia blinked awake, her body still heavy with sleep. Quietly, she pulled out a small medical kit and began tending to the wound on Nathaniel's palm. She had tried to bandage it several times last night, but the blood kept seeping through the gauze.
The gentle touch stirred Nathaniel from slumber. His eyes fluttered open, catching sight of her—hair tousled, his oversized white shirt draped over her slender frame, carefully wrapping his hand.
With a low groan, he pulled her into his arms and murmured, "Sleep a little longer."
Celia finished tying a bow around the bandage."Mr. Fu, it's already seven. Don't you need to get up?"
He chuckled lazily."At this rate, one day I'll die on you."
Her lips curled into a half-smile as she rested her hand against his trim waist. She tried to pinch him, but beneath her fingers was only taut muscle.
The top choice of the Fu family, she thought. Who wouldn't be tempted by a man like him?
Her hand slid over his chiseled abs, giving them a mischievous pinch.
Nathaniel's eyes opened, locking onto hers."Not tired yet?"
"Tired!" she admitted, covering his eyes with her palm before sinking back down beside him. She drifted off again, only waking when it was already past eight.
From outside came Secretary Song's anxious voice:"Mr. Fu, you can't go in. The president isn't available right now."
A younger, impatient voice shot back, "Move aside! I want to see my uncle. I want to see Cici! Was she with him last night?"
"Mr. Fu, this is the president's private life. We cannot interfere."
The words jolted Celia fully awake. Julian Fu. He had actually come.
Whenever she was with Nathaniel, the thought of being discovered frightened her most. She threw back the covers, intending to slip away.
But Nathaniel pressed her back down."Where are you going?"
He was awake now too, eyes sharp.
"I should see Mr. Fu—"
"Dressed like this?" His gaze dropped.
Celia glanced down. She was still in his white shirt, while her own clothes lay torn across the floor. There was no way she could face anyone like this.
"Stay put. I'll handle it."
Meanwhile, outside in the office, Julian Fu had already barged in. Finding no trace of his uncle, he was just about to leave when the lounge door clicked open and Nathaniel stepped out.
"Uncle, where's Cici? Is she in there?" Julian demanded, rushing toward the lounge without waiting for an answer.