Sean gazed at Claire, who was resting in his arms, her consciousness muddled. He was taken aback to realize that she was the same girl he had encountered a few days ago in the hospital stairwell, asking him for a cigarette.
Back then, she had been a shadow of herself—frail and forlorn, sitting on the steps with a cigarette, like a little abandoned creature, eliciting a deep sense of pity.
Now, she was a completely different person.
Her cheeks were flushed like ripe peaches, her eyes closed with long lashes fluttering, and the stray strands of hair on her forehead were damp with sweat, clinging to her smooth skin.
Her lips, a soft shade of crimson, parted slightly, releasing heated breaths interspersed with unconscious murmurs.
Her small hands moved with abandon, roaming across his chest until they unexpectedly tore open his collar with a soft ripping sound.
In an instant, his toned chest was exposed to the night air, his skin gleaming with an enticing sheen.
Next to them, Liam's eyes widened in disbelief, his mouth forming a perfect "O" as if his jaw might hit the floor.
He silently mused to himself: Who would have thought that the boss, usually so stoic and impervious to women, would be so playful and daring in private?
Recalling how the boss’s mother often worried about his marriage prospects, to the point where her hair was turning grey from the stress, Liam thought this scene would be a welcome surprise.
With a mischievous grin, he quickly pulled out his phone, capturing the intimate moment with a swift click, and deftly sent the photo to the boss’s mother, imagining her delighted reaction.
But just as Liam was lost in his daydreams, he saw Sean deliver a precise karate chop to the back of Claire's neck.
In an instant, the restless Claire fell limp in Sean’s arms, her movements stilled.
Liam's moment of triumph vanished, his expression freezing into one of utter bewilderment: ⚆_⚆
Wait...what?
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