The Rose He Showed Off Is Putting Down Roots in a Garden of Her Own novel Chapter 130

Zane had originally planned to tell her they needed to leave early tomorrow for a meeting.

But seeing her like this...

She was too intoxicating...

So, before the words left his mouth, they morphed into: "The Silver Lining Initiative went perfectly. Do you want to have a drink to celebrate?"

This entire project hinged entirely on him. With so many companies fighting for it, she wouldn't have stood a chance without his intervention.

Elara nodded instinctively and agreed, because she genuinely wanted to thank him.

Zane glanced at her bathrobe, realizing she had already showered. "Do you want to change and go up to the executive lounge, or just have a drink in my room?"

Elara figured it was just one glass of wine. Besides, after what had happened between them last night, there was no longer any need for rigid boundaries. "Come in, Mr. Whitaker. Let's just drink here."

She casually flicked on the living room lights.

Zane hesitated for a fraction of a second before stepping inside.

The living room had a desk with a landline.

Zane asked, "I'll order the wine. What kind do you prefer?"

Elara said whatever was fine.

Zane called the front desk and ordered a bottle of a high-end brand to be sent up.

Elara bent over to rummage through the minibar cabinet. With her back to him, she asked, "Mr. Whitaker, would you like tea or coffee?"

Zane turned his head at the sound of her voice and saw Elara bending over the cabinet.

Her legs were blindingly pale, perfectly straight, and impossibly long...

Elara glanced over her shoulder at him. "What will you have?"

Zane immediately tore his eyes away and blurted out, "Coffee."

Elara pulled out the espresso pods to prepare it for him.

Unable to resist, Zane walked over and leaned against the adjacent counter.

The scene felt remarkably like a husband and wife.

Late at night, the wife brewing a hot drink, sharing a quiet moment of reprieve with her husband, the room filled with an air of intimate domesticity...

Zane was utterly lost in his own fantasy until Elara handed him a cup of coffee.

Coffee? Late at night?

But she had made it for him.

Zane took the cup and took a sip. "It's good. The sweetness is just right."

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