From His Invisible Wife to the World's Icon novel Chapter 19

Her face pressed against his neck, the steady pulse of his blood rushing clearly against her skin, making a flush of deep embarrassment flood her cheeks.

Her waist was instantly supported.

A large hand gripped her slender waist, easily pushing her upright before pulling away.

She quickly pressed her hands against the desk to keep from falling completely, entirely mortified. "I'm sorry, I..."

She looked down at the carpet, seeing it perfectly flat without a single crease.

If she claimed she tripped on the rug now, would he believe her?

"Ms. Sterling, I do not have time to have dinner with you," his cold voice came from above.

It seemed he wouldn't believe her.

Remembering all the socialite heiresses swarming him like bees to honey at the charity gala, she hoped he didn't think she was just like them.

Seeing the man's grim expression as he resumed his work, she could only nod. "Sorry to bother you, Mr. Ford."

Before leaving, she couldn't resist looking out the window again.

Through the drizzle of the spring rain, in her slightly blurred vision, a man and a woman were engaged in an intense, intimate embrace right in front of the massive floor-to-ceiling windows of The Foster Group's CEO office across the street.

Watching them practically tumble onto the sofa in each other's arms.

Her brow furrowed.

The OB-GYN doctor's words echoed in her mind: Sierra was in her optimal reproductive window.

Was he really in that much of a rush?

Getting busy right in the middle of the day.

Lydia returned to The Foster Foundation office and buried herself in the project schedules, eager to wrap up the handover and leave.

The sky began to darken.

Her phone rang, pulling her back to reality.

"Lydia, come back to the family estate immediately." The caller was Charles Foster, her father-in-law.

The Foster and Sutton families were old friends, and before she had left the Sutton household with her mother, Charles had always treated her very well.

When her parents divorced, Arthur Sutton ruthlessly demanded her mother take her out of Averton.

Averton was the capital of medical technology, and her mother was a top-tier medical expert. After leaving Sutton Pharmaceuticals, she had been hired as a consultant by other major corporations.

Forcing her mother to leave Averton was essentially a death sentence for their livelihood.

Back then, it was Charles Foster who stepped in to persuade Arthur to let them go peacefully.

Their affair was fully exposed!

Once the market opened tomorrow, The Foster Group's stock would undoubtedly plummet. No wonder Charles was so desperate to jump on a video call.

Charles Foster didn't say a word, leaving Arthur pacing like a cat on a hot tin roof.

Sierra, meanwhile, denied it through crocodile tears. "Uncle Charles, how could I ever covet Frederick?"

Charles looked thoroughly annoyed, refusing to listen to Sierra's excuses. He looked right at her. "Lydia, you tell Dad what's going on."

"I don't believe a word anyone else says; I only believe you."

Hearing those words, Lydia couldn't help but feel moved.

She walked into the living room and was just about to speak when Sierra grabbed her wrist.

Sierra pleaded frantically, "Lydia, quickly tell him that you let me borrow the pink diamond for a few days for fun, and that I didn't steal it from you."

Staring death in the face and only now she knows how to beg?

Too late.

"Dad..." she started to say.

"Lydia," Cecilia interrupted, standing up and approaching with the mask of a loving mother. "Since your father and I aren't around, you as the older sister should be keeping an eye on her. She just wanted to play with the pink diamond, why did you let her? Why do you indulge her like this?"