Shael occupied the backseat waiting for Ronan. Finally, Ronan walked out, still greeting the guests. He hugged a female guest before walking to the car.
Shael slid over and Ronan settled down beside him.
Ronan looked at him and smiled warmly, "I am being recharged, just looking at you gives me energy."
Sorrell, who was sitting in the driver's seat, peeked at him through the front mirror.
"Yeah, that's why you reek of Omega's smell again," Shael's tone was sarcastic.
Ronan aggressively stripped his shirt and removed it.
"What are you doing?"
"Getting rid of the Omega smell."
"You will get cold, stop...."
Ronan leaned towards him, his eyes drowsy, "Are you worried about me?"
"Whatever," Shael looked out of the window, frustrated.
Ronan threw his shirt into the dustbin placed under the seat and leaned back. He fell asleep in a moment.
Shael glanced over and saw him sleeping, "You said you wanted to know me!" he thought.
"Do you have a blanket?" Shael asked, looking ahead at Sorrell.
Sorrell stopped the car on one side of the busy road and opened the trunk. He took out the blanket and handed it over to Shael. Shael softly placed the blanket on Ronan, and Sorrell started driving again.
Sorrell stopped the car in front of Ronan's house, "Please wait a moment."
Sorrell held Ronan and escorted him inside. He came back and drove off the car.
He looked at Shael's concerned expression through the front mirror, "Please don't worry, I have put a shirt on him."
"You don't really need to, you might end up getting his pheromone scent on you. You are dating, your partner might dislike it."
"Actually, if it was old President Ronan, I wouldn't have acted kind towards him, but lately he has changed. He has become a good person. I think it's love, love really changes a person," Sorrell glanced at Shael.
"Do you really think so?" Shael had a concerned expression.
"Don't worry, if he really loves you, he would sacrifice everything for you, even his bad habits," Sorrell had a faint smile.
"How do you know the person he loves is me?" Shael looked at him through the mirror.
"Because he makes it so obvious."
The car stopped in front of the building complex.
Shael stepped out, then suddenly he turned around, "Can you help me take out the shirt he threw earlier?"
"Sure."
"Here you go," Sorrell gave him the shirt after placing it into a plastic bag.
"Thanks..."
Sorrell's cuff slipped away and Shael noticed a bruise. He grabbed onto his arm and slid his sleeve back and saw more bruises. Sorrell pulled his arm and covered his scars.
"Then have a good night," Sorrell said in a hurry.
Just when he was about to walk away, Shael held onto his arm, "Sorrell, does your Alpha abuse you?"
"It's nothing, it's just our personal preference," Sorrell snapped back settled into the car and drove away.
Shael stood there looking at the car until it disappeared, "Is he really okay with that?" he mumbled and walked to the elevator.
The next day in Ronan's office, Ronan heard a soft knock.
"Come in," he said without looking, immersed in document files.
"Am I disturbing you?" A husky voice grabbed his attention, and he looked up. It was Shael.
"What honour do I owe you?" he said with a bright smile.
"Nothing else, I just wanted to give you your shirt," Shael's tone was timid and awkward.
"Shirt?" Ronan stood up and walked towards him.
"The one you threw away yesterday," he said, extending the paper bag to him, "It has my scent now."
Ronan's heart started beating like some festival drums as he stared at him. Last night Jasmin's scent was making him go crazy.
"Are you not going to take it?" Shael's words made him snap out of it, and he grabbed the bag.
"Thanks, yesterday I felt so disgusted by different scents. I always hated touching others and it was tiring, but yesterday those scents made it more tiring. Thank you for giving me your scent."
"He sounds so genuine," Shael thought, "I don't know about him, but I think I am in big trouble."
"I thought maybe it's a good way to tame an Alpha," Shael said playfully, "Then have a good day."
He walked out of the office quickly, and he was still able to hear Ronan say, "You too," in a soft voice.
"President, it's your lunch time," Sorrell said as soon as he entered the office.
"Let's skip it," Ronan was nonchalant.
"You have been skipping your lunch lately, are you sure it's okay for your health?"
"We can make much more revenue than what our company is making right now. It's all Ronan's fault." Although this company has nothing to do with Ronan, he just couldn't ignore it. He had been working so hard to bring his own company to the top. He knew how much effort it takes.
"Yes?"
"I mean my fault for neglecting company matters before."
"Actually, something has been on my mind. I don't know if it's important enough to inform you," Sorrell said in a hushed yet concerned tone.
Ronan closed the file, "What is it?"
"President, you know recently the CEO of Bloom fashion brand has been investing into Sparkle projects. But it's such a coincidence that every project is related to Mr. Shael somehow. Not only that, he's been visiting shooting sites. As I heard, he never went to shooting sites before. I don't know his purpose, but I just have a bad feeling."
"You know Shael has been working hard and has gained some popularity. Maybe that's the reason they are sponsoring his projects."
"You are right, President, I'm overthinking."
"No, your point is valid, I will look into it."
He reopened the file while his finger scratched his right eyebrow. He looked concerned.