The broad shadow of the man rested upon Lu in her slumber, under the dim light of the office at midnight. She snoozed with her rosy cheeks laid on her arm. Her tousled hair scattered across the desk, covering half of her sleeping face.
Huo Yunting, as soon as he reached his muscular arms to embrace her, froze upon a shudder his wife made. The grimness of his expression increased, "It's cold at night and she did not have her coat, now she's sleeping here with the door wide open, is she plotting a sick leave tomorrow?" He snorted, as he took off his coat, gently he intended to place it over her, till...
"Chen…"
Very softly the sleeping beauty muttered.
If it was not for the dead silence of the office and their almost negligible distance between each other, he would never have been able to perceive such name, of a stranger, obviously man, coming from his woman.
Chen???
Who's Chen?
Who's that?
