Billionaire, Let's Divorce (Mark and Sydney) novel Chapter 122

Chapter 0122 

SYDNEY’S POV 

The both of us just remained there as we let his words hang in the air. Hi stared into mine and mine into his. He seemed to be baring his emotions. looked at me and let me look at him but he wasn’t. There was still the unfathomable glint in his eyes that caused the hair on my body to stand a 

as if my body might betray me. 

I tried to figure out if he meant what he said… He was joking, I told myself. had to be joking because the last thing I would do is share his bed. I might desperate to protect my company and prevent it from collapsing and becoming a shadow of its former self but I was not that desperate. If worse comes to worse then we would simply shut Luxe Vogue down and carry on with Atelier Studios. 

“Are you still there, Sydney?” His breath fanned my face and his fingers mad contact with my wrist as he attempted to bring my attention back to him. 

I kicked my lips. “I should be asking you if your senses are still intact?” His face lit up as he laughed, “Trust me, they’re very intact. I’m very aware tha had just invested a fortune in your company, Luxe Vogue and,” his gaze slid downward then back to my face. “And I’m very aware of the condition I just suggested to add to the investment amount.” 

“And what’s that condition?” I raised my brows as I asked, half angry and half amused. 

He gave a lopsided grin and his voice grew even deeper, “You heard me, Sydney.” 

Damn. It sounded nice hearing him say my name in that deep voice but I gaped 

at 

at him. I hadn’t expected the words that he just spat out. I took a moment and 

looked into his eyes. Perhaps, I had not heard him right. I chuckled lightly and raised my brows, “Are you for real right now?” 

He inched closer, “I’ve never been more serious, Sydney.” 

The corner of my lips lifted very slightly as it mirrored his smirk. If he was 

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going to be sly about it then I would be too. As I folded my arms across my chest, I didn’t miss the quick glance he sent downward before raising a brow, demanding for my response. “If a one night stand could fetch more. 

investment, why would I choose you? There are so many wealthy men in this city, surely one or two of them would be curious about the taste of the ex–wife of GT Group’s CEO, don’t you think?” 

His expression remained unchanged as he continued to bore his eyes into me. It was as if he had anticipated my response and he was humor that he turned out to be right. Maybe he was merely teasing me but it didn’t look like it. His face held a playful expression but his eyes told another story. 

Whichever it was, he is too close for my comfort. I positioned the edge of his ball pen to his chest and pushed him back with it. I transferred much strength to my hand and fingers to push him back but he barely bulged; I could only dig the pen into the mass of muscles on his chest. 

“It does not matter that you’re the CEO of GT Group,” I held his gaze and said sternly, “I won’t tolerate sexual harassment.” 

His brows rode up his hairline the same time his smirk annoyingly widened. Then he pulled back and gracefully raised his hands as if in surrender.