Captian narrowed his eyes, that unnaturally pale face revealing a trace of bloodthirst. Hunter's entire back stiffened; cold sweat rolled down. He quickly forced himself to regain composure. "That man is extremely stubborn. He said the land was left behind by his ancestors, that it carries their legacy, so he refuses to sell."
Captian gripped the edge of the desk. His eyes were icy and sharp, like a blade freshly unsheathed and thirsty for blood.
Sitting on the sofa, I was terrified. I rubbed my arms, freezing to the point of trembling. I was sure of one thing, if that man didn't have a special identity, Captian would have already acted ruthlessly. He really was a terrifying bloodthirsty demon king.
No wonder he reacted so violently when I casually asked about the natural resort project. So that was the reason—he still hadn't secured that piece of land.
I hugged myself tightly, trying to reduce my presence as much as possible.
Hunter was scared half to death too. He hurriedly took out the investigative documents. "But, Mr. Anderson, I looked into him. There'll be an auction in a month. That man is attending as well. He seems very interested in a jade pendant being auctioned. We can make our move from there."
Captian lifted his gaze, still filled with that violent, predatory glint. "Then handle it. As for the invitation…"
He stopped midway, turned his head slightly toward me, and ordered, "Get two invitations."
One invitation only allows entry for the holder. It doesn't allow bringing a partner. Asking for two meant… he intended to bring me?
Hunter was clearly stunned. A place that important, and Captian actually wanted to bring a woman? But then again, nothing could be more shocking than the day he publicly admitted on Facebook that he was married.
Hunter glanced at me, his eyes filled with mixed emotions.
"???"
I stared back, completely confused. What's wrong about two invitations?
After Hunter left, only Captian and I remained in the office. The quiet atmosphere made me uncomfortable.
"Mr. Anderson, are you returning to the villa tonight?" I asked casually. I wasn't expecting him to. Honestly, I preferred if he didn't. If he wasn't there, the entire villa would be mine to rule as long as I avoided the security cameras, I could do anything. Wonderful!
Still immersed in my fantasy, I didn't realize Captian had already taken his coat from the rack until his cold voice brought me back.
"Let's go."
He grabbed my hand tightly and walked out with me hand-in-hand.
Even after leaving the office, my head remained blank. Hadn't he said he was busy and planned to sleep at the company? Why did the script change?
I stared at our linked hands. My heart felt… complicated. I gritted my teeth and swallowed all the questions I wanted to ask.
When we stepped out of the exclusive elevator holding hands, the employees downstairs were stunned. They never expected Captian Anderson to be this romantic.
Hand in hand!
The bloodthirsty, ruthless CEO holding a woman's hand!
And that woman was no one else but their Mrs. Anderson. Even though she looked young, small, and delicate like a tiny rabbit stumbling into a wolf's den, she still looked beautiful beside him. A perfect match. They couldn't look away.
Suddenly, all those heated stares felt like predators staring at me. I swallowed hard and shrank my tiny body even smaller, trying to disappear.
Only when we entered the car did I finally breathe again. The sky outside had already turned dark. Neon lights cast shifting reflections on the car window, lighting half my face, making it bright and shadowy at once.
I leaned on the window, staring outside, trying my best to ignore Captian beside me.
He leaned back against the seat with his eyes closed, looking truly exhausted.
Before long, I felt weight on my shoulder. A warm breath ghosted across my neck. I startled, instinctively wanting to push him away, but when I turned my head, I saw it clearly, Captian had fallen asleep on my shoulder.
He was asleep.
His breathing was steady. He seemed deeply asleep.
My fingers froze. I didn't push him away. He'd been sleep-deprived recently. He finally fell asleep; the least I could do was let him lean on me. It's not like it would cost me anything.
I had to admit, when he slept, all that dangerous aggression faded. He seemed calm, almost gentle. His eyelashes were long, and even though his skin was too pale, it looked smooth like polished white jade. Incredibly handsome.
I watched him for a moment before looking away. Ten or fifteen minutes later, my shoulder began to ache, but I didn't dare move or wake him.
Another fifteen minutes passed. The Rolls-Royce parked at the villa entrance. Through the rearview mirror, Ronan whispered, "Mr. Anderson, sister-in-law, we're home."
I pressed a finger to my lips. "Shh. Mr. Anderson is sleeping."
Ronan instantly shut up. He quietly got out of the car, leaving the interior to us.
Inside the car, only the two of us remained. Captian's warm breath brushed my cheek, hot, tingling, like electricity spreading through my entire body.
My body trembled. Even my breathing felt suppressed. My lips pressed tightly together. Seven or eight minutes later, my head tilted to the side… and I fell asleep too.
When I woke up the next morning, I was in my room. On my bed. How strange. I clearly remembered being in the car with Captian last night. He fell asleep on my shoulder, and then I got sleepy and dozed off too…
So how did I end up in my room?
Did Captian carry me?
Was he… that gentle? He didn't even wake me up?
I tugged at my long hair, frustrated. I really couldn't understand this man, I'd never been able to understand him.
I headed into the bathroom for a shower. I felt sticky and gross from not bathing last night.
When I took off my clothes, my pale skin immediately reflected in the mirror. My figure wasn't bad. But my eyes suddenly caught something.
Light pink marks on my chest where my bra had pressed.
One mark… then another. Like some kind of reaction.
I panicked, checking them carefully. As a doctor, I definitely wouldn't eat anything I'm allergic to. And these marks definitely weren't symptoms of an allergic reaction.
They looked more like…
My fists tightened. My face flushed instantly.
They looked like marks left during intimacy. People even called them love bites.
But I was a pure, innocent girl! How could I possibly have such sinful marks on my body? Especially in that particular place?!
"This is ridiculous…" I muttered anxiously.
Then I noticed more marks on my collarbone darker ones, bruised, clearly from biting.