Daniel had stormed into the mansion intent on confronting Anna—but instead, he left with something else entirely: amusement.
The flustered look on her face when he threatened to kiss her lingered in his mind like an imprint he couldn't shake.
For a moment, he had nearly lost control himself, the urge so strong he'd silenced it with words rather than action. But now, with distance between them, regret clawed at him.
"Maybe a peck would've done," he muttered under his breath, the image of her plump lips flashing through his thoughts.
"Ahem, boss—we're here."
The driver's voice snapped him back to reality. Daniel straightened instantly, his expression smoothing into calm indifference as the car rolled to a stop.
The door opened, and Daniel stepped out, spotting Henry already waiting at the entrance.
"They're inside," Henry said quietly.
Together, they entered the restaurant, heading straight toward the private dining room where the delegates awaited.
