He didn’t buy it. Does he really like me to that much?
Charlotte panicked. She was worried that Zachary might grow to hate her because of his unrequited love.
On the other side, he had enough. He grabbed her and pinned her down underneath him.
“Mr. Nacht, wait! Calm down!” Her heart was pounding. Nevertheless, she found the courage to stop him. “I know you are perfect, and I admit I do like you. I’m just not very sure that we should take things further.”
He cupped her chin and said, “Cut the chit-chat, or I’ll drop you off at the side of the road. And stop being so melodramatic.”
When his lips were about to touch hers, she squeezed her eyes shut and roared, “I have a boyfriend!”
The rest of her words were lost in his mouth. Time stopped and their lips remained sealed.
He exuded such hostility, like a beast pounding on its prey, that Charlotte shuddered when he pressed his powerful body against hers.
After a while, Zachary pulled away and leaned back in his seat. He put an end to the aggression, but the tension lingered in the air.
She opened her eyes very carefully and sneaked a peek at him.
Thoughts crowded her mind, but she couldn’t string them together coherently to explain to pacify him.
“Boyfriend? How long have you been together?”
“A while,” she mumbled.
He reached for the wineglass and downed its content without any hesitation. Then he set the glass aside and looked at her with eyes as cold as ice. “I think you’re taking this the wrong way.”
Huh? I’m wrong? B-But… he just…
Zachary waved his index finger at Charlotte. “First, you are my employee, and you were stabbed in front of me. I didn’t want that accident to cause a backlash to the company, so I sent you home and cared for you.
“Second, I gave you this necklace on a whim. A hundred million may sound like a substantial fortune for some people. To me, it’s just a number.
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