"You... you... get out. I need to change."
"Did you forget we're husband and wife?" 'Has Kenneth ever treated me as his wife?'
Summer Lancaster reached out, grabbed a pillow, and hurled it at Kenneth. He simply swung his long arm and caught it.
Kenneth smiled and asked, "Hm?"
Seeing he had no intention of leaving, Summer Lancaster quickly wrapped the blanket around herself, grabbed her clothes, and hurried into the bathroom to change. She splashed cold water on her face. The sound of her heart pounding, her face flushed crimson... It was as if she was a little girl again... After half an hour, the man finally grew impatient. He tossed aside his tablet, got out of bed, and knocked on the bathroom door.
"Hey, are you done in there? I need to use the restroom." Summer Lancaster snapped out of her daze, opened the door with her head lowered, and ducked under his raised arm. Kenneth turned to watch her as she scurried out of the bedroom. He chuckled. 'Interesting...'
No one spoke at the breakfast table. Occasionally, Summer Lancaster would sneak a glance at him, only to find him looking right back at her. That scorching gaze... She quickly looked away.
After breakfast, neither of them lingered. They each drove their own car to the office.
「Yates Group」
It was still early when Summer Lancaster arrived at the office. She looked up and saw the lights were already on in the CEO's office on the top floor. 'Looks like Kenneth got here before me.' There was hardly anyone in the office yet. Summer Lancaster heaved a sigh of relief and slumped onto her desk.
"Here's your medicine." Kenneth's voice suddenly broke the silence, startling her. 'Does he make no sound when he walks? How did he just appear in front of me?'
"Ah!" Summer Lancaster practically jumped out of her chair.
"Why are you here?" Kenneth placed the medicine on her desk and left. Summer Lancaster put it away in a drawer, her thoughts a tangled mess. 'I've completely fallen for his gentle assault, and I can't pull myself free.' The morning was tense and hectic. Summer was swamped with work and only got a moment to rest at noon.
'Some people and some things are as fleeting as a night-blooming cereus—gloriously beautiful for but a moment. The more you give him an endless season to bloom, the less he can cherish the deep affection before him. If there were not so many separations, how could the distance between two hearts be tested, leaving enough space for us to be bathed in the fullness of love? Although a mountain of coldness will return after the briefest joy, everything is left to fate. There are no regrets, no remorse, and no need for sighs. And you? Kenneth, will you be just as fleeting?'
Yates Group had a jewelry exhibition coming up, where a large number of new designs would be showcased. This was a crucial creative period, and the planning department needed to coordinate with the designers to ensure everything fit the theme of "Diamond of Pure Love."
"Director Lancaster, there's a business dinner tonight that you'll need to attend."
"Mm, alright. I'll be there."
"It's a dinner hosted by Gordon Graham. Several jewelry companies will be attending, all vying for his company's design contract." The assistant placed the file on the desk.
'Gordon Graham? Didn't he get fired? The rumor was that he harassed a senior executive from some company, who then went straight to his president to complain. And he *still* wasn't fired? It seems this Gordon Graham's relationship with his president is far from simple.' Summer Lancaster set aside her work and looked up Gordon Graham online. 'Know your enemy and know yourself, and you will never be defeated.'
That evening, Kenneth went to look for Summer but was told she had gone to a business dinner. So, he called up Dominic Thorne and Ronan Jenkins to go out for drinks.
「Valoria Hotel」
The dining table was filled with all sorts of people, but Gordon Graham, seated at the head, seemed completely out of place. Everyone else was impeccably dressed, wearing polite smiles. He, on the other hand, had a greasy face and was nearly bald. Summer Lancaster could only think of one term to describe him: nouveau riche!