Mister, I’m free today. I’ll ask her out to a café later. After it’s done, I hope you won’t forget our agreement. May our collaboration succeed. Gabriella.
As he typed away with both hands, a line appeared on his phone screen at one: You may call me S.
Everything was in his control and was going to unfold just the way he wanted it. The corner of Jory’s lips twitched up in an inconspicuous smile.
As the night fell, an attractive figure was sitting at a desk. Rubbing her temples, she picked the pen up and continued editing her design draft. For some inexplicable reason, something about this design felt off, yet she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Lifting her head, Joan glanced at the clock on the wall.
It was already midnight. The woman breathed a sigh. Because of Larry’s disappearance, she had put her job aside for quite a while. Holding the pen, Joan couldn’t find any hint of inspiration. Even the feel of the pen in her hand felt strange to her.
Later, Larry tiptoed into the room and placed a glass of milk on the desk. At the same time, Joan was staring blankly at the design draft, as if her soul had left her body.
“Hey! A penny for your thought?” He waved his hand in front of her eyes. Deliberately, the man plastered a scowl on his face and questioned, “Are you missing another man? Joan, how dare you!”
His voice broke her out of her reverie. She reached out to slap the back of Larry’s hand. “Yes, I miss my dad.” Looking at his unbelieving face, she replied patiently, “Okay, I’m working on my design.”
Larry took the paper from the desk and studied it for a few seconds. Pursing his lips, he commented, “You did a great job! The design is impressive. What else do you need to edit?”
She hummed in response. The man leaned his face closer to her. “Do you want me to get someone to make some arrangements to commercialize your design?”
“Are you kidding me? This design is just half-done. If you commercialize it now, you’ll suffer a great loss.” Joan tried to grab the design draft, which he was holding up.
He got hold of her wrist, pulling her closer to him. His warm breath was like a soft feather, brushing over her face lightly. “I don’t mind going into bankruptcy for the clothes you designed. If you’re worried about the sales, I’ll be your first customer. Once it’s launched, I’ll buy a hundred pieces and help you set a new trend in fashion.”
Cupping his face with her hands, she intentionally squished his cheeks, making his dashing face look like a bun.
“Larry, oh Larry, you used to be so domineering and aloof. Why did you turn into a comedian after running away from home?”
He reached out to pinch her plump cheeks as well. “Have I turned into a comedian? Besides, I’ve never been domineering and aloof. Could it be that I am…”
Joan quickly covered his mouth with her hand, forcing a smile. “No, no. You’re the most sensible and assertive man. Thanks for your support. It’s getting late. Why don’t you go to bed?”
Larry planted a kiss on her palm. His voice sounded rather coquettish. “No, I want you to go to bed together with me.”
“But my work…”
Before she could finish talking, Larry cut her off with a passionate kiss. Their slender figures reflected on the French window as the dazzling city lights flickered outside.
Other than the sound of the clock ticking away, the only thing they could hear was their hearts thumping hard. Their heartbeats were loud and clear in this quiet atmosphere.
