The Rose He Showed Off Is Putting Down Roots in a Garden of Her Own novel Chapter 127

It turned out that when faced with lust and ambition, her moral baseline was just as rock-bottom as anyone else's.

Which meant she had absolutely no right to judge Julian Sterling. They were exactly the same kind of people.

Elara composed herself, but when Zane knocked on her door, she still couldn't quite meet his eyes.

Zane was just as warm and courteous as always. "Let's grab breakfast downstairs first, then we'll head to the conference room to organize the files."

"O-Okay, Mr. Whitaker," Elara replied, doing her absolute best to maintain a facade of calm.

But her composure only lasted until they sat down to eat.

He held his chopsticks in his right hand. His long, elegant fingers had distinct knuckles, the nails neatly trimmed. Against his cold, pale skin, his hands looked both restrained and aggressively ascetic.

Just like last night. Restrained yet powerful, and in the final moment, striking straight to her soul.

It was a level of ecstasy she had never known.

What was her seven-year marriage to Julian even worth?

It couldn't even compare to the intensity of a single one of Zane's fingers?

Zane set down his chopsticks, picked up a napkin to dab his mouth, and asked, "Do you want me to order you a bowl of chicken noodle soup?"

Elara immediately averted her eyes. "No, thank you."

"A small pastry?"

"No need," Elara said, still not looking up, pretending to be utterly engrossed in the food on her plate.

Zane didn't push. He waited quietly for her to finish her meal.

He felt incredibly guilty. Elara had been drunk last night, but he hadn't been.

He severely regretted pulling that ridiculous stunt with her.

His sheer impulsiveness had caused this unbearable awkwardness between them today.

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Once they began working, Elara immediately snapped back into the zone. She completely cast aside the events of last night, channeling 100% of her focus into the project, leaving no room to obsess over his fingers.

Around noon, Jasper Yale called.

"Boss, did you elope with Mrs. Sterling?"

"Shut up with your nonsense."

"Do you even remember your own last name? Hmm? You're a Whitaker! You haven't taken the Vance name yet!"

"Enough. What is it?"

"What is it?! Did you seriously think you could sneak off to Eastford without anyone noticing? The Chairman already knows. If you don't show up to the 3 PM shareholder meeting this afternoon, I guarantee you're going to get roasted alive."

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