rhaps very wealthy, but it still doesn't

ictorian-era house emerged. Its ivory-white exterior contrasted with black-framed windows. The house looked somewhat antiquated, reminiscent of n

t transported to a

the car door, and the cold night air welcomed me as we stepped out. I gazed at

ment, I wanted to ask what Eric's actual role was – a personal driver? Secretary? Bodyguard? He looked mysteriou

Polished wooden floors greeted us, adorned with thick, dark red carpets. A large crystal chandelier hung in the middle of the

to one of the cabinets in the kitchen, producing a medium-sized crystal bottle filled w

y eight times that of my apartment's kitchen. I didn't see any sign of use, almost like a d

labeled Bordeaux. He poured it into another glass. I wasn't a wine connoisseur,

k his wine in one go, then refilled his glass from the c

e while sipping his wine again. "

ompany. "I've checked financial reports for the last si

ne. I looked at him with a bit of

brows furrowing a bit, "Yeah, I'm just a bit...

thirsty, not expensive wine. Perhaps that's th

like to see it first?" I asked, placing my wine on the

his dark blue gaze. He looked at me like a predator observing its prey, his eyes not bl

us. I blinked, then bent down to pick it up, but Mr. Shaw beat me to it.

Heat

tation in his expression, as if he had just realized something crucial. Then, the ne

d, which didn't hold the flash drive, c

as going on when his lips touched mine, slightly moist from the wine.

ll the nerves in my body seemed to converge on my lips, making them a

to rush. I could smell the clear scent of mint and his exp

oking at him. The blue of his eyes seemed darker. But I didn't have time to examine it further because the next moment I

next room. The old wound on my

up, extending his hand to help me stand. A few seconds later, Gregory Shaw entere

oking at Mr. Shaw with a strange exp

e on the table. He wore the same suit as I had seen earlier that morning, minus the tie. H

asked, looking at his brother next to me.

nt; I'll grab my laptop." Mr. Shaw replied bef

he granite counter where we had kissed mom

inet and taking out the same crystal bottle Mr. Shaw had retrieved earlier. He poured the

y he was telling me th

ed at the crystal wine bottle in front of him, a slight frown on his foreh

know each other?" he

w helped

on the granite table. His brother approached, standing beside him, one hand holdi

asked Mr. Shaw, his b

bing us, Greg," he murmured without diverting his gaze from the

planation. He didn't seem panicked at all, in fac

mpered with by someone else before being sent

repeated before chuckling. His laughte

s Mrs. Lynch resembles Anna Wintour," he

ly at his brother before re

y Shaw's eyes followed my hand's movement, and suddenly his relaxed posture became a

e to go." He mumbled, looking at his watch. "David w

ed, running his hand through

o talk to you later," he

I shifted my gaze back to Mr. Shaw, he was also observing

aptop and returned my flash drive. During this time, his attitude towards me changed. He no longer addressed me as Eleanor. I

e last time I m