"Of course!" The receptionist nodded nervously. It was the first time she was so close to her idol, yet she left such an unflattering image in his mind. Oh no, could she still get an autograph if she rushed over now?
The other receptionist, who had been silent, showed some insight and asked, "Would you like me to take you to the CEO's office?"
Roy thought for a moment. He indeed didn't know the exact location of the CEO's office. "That would be great."
"Not at all, please follow me." She made a graceful gesture, then walked into the special elevator for the higher floors, amidst the envious looks of others.
If it weren't for seeing her make a "scissors" gesture outside the elevator door where Roy couldn't see, indicating the people outside were watching her, anyone would believe she was truly working seriously, not captivated by Roy's charm. But the truth was she was also his fan!
In the elevator, the receptionist pressed the button for the top floor first, then said apologetically, "Actually, there's a special elevator for the CEO, but I don't know the passcode. I can only trouble you to use this elevator for the higher floors."
"It's okay, this is already good enough."
There weren't many people going up and down, and the elevator for the higher floors was rarely used. Occasionally, someone would come in and quickly leave.
The elevator soon stopped at the top floor.
"Go straight, you'll see the CEO's office ahead. I still have work to do, wish you a pleasant visit." The receptionist bid him farewell after he stepped out of the elevator.
"Thank you for your help." Roy smiled at her, then strode in the direction she had indicated.
The top floor was spacious. The old man enjoyed himself and turned part of the space into a small indoor golf course, with many indoor plants and even a stream flowing, with several beautiful fish swimming in it.
But no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it couldn't catch his eye. His steps quickened, and the feeling of returning home was more appropriate to describe his current mood. He wanted to see her, and the thought of her made his heart ache. Just over a week without hearing her voice, he felt like he had a disease called "Laila deficiency."
He wanted to see her, hear her voice, feel her warmth, and hold her tightly in his arms...
"Roy?" Demi, holding a thick stack of folders, almost bumped into Roy as she walked out. Seeing him, she knew why the boss's mood suddenly improved and why she suddenly smiled again. It turned out he had come, no wonder he had called her just now to ask where the boss was.
Roy stopped and took the folders she was almost unable to hold. "Where should I put this?"
"Thank you, just put it on that cabinet over there." Demi pointed to a file cabinet not far away.
Roy helped her put it away. "Is Laila in there?"
"Yes, the boss is in her office. And she won't have any more work after this." Demi blinked at him. The implication was clear: He could take her home now.
Understanding her meaning, Roy raised his hand in thanks. "Thanks."
Meanwhile, Laila was unusually lost in thought.
Well, it wasn't exactly unusual. It might have been rare for her in the past, but since she couldn't contact Roy, she had been lost in thought more often.
Today was no exception. Even though there was contact now, and Xiao Ye assured her that he would bring him back safely, she still couldn't completely calm down until she saw him safe and sound.
The recent work had been a mess. Depending on someone to get Roy's name on a contract was like relying on someone asleep. At least a sleeping person wouldn't make wrong decisions or pose potential risks to the company.
Fortunately, she had gradually taken control of the company's operations, and with a group of dedicated secretaries, she could still manage.
There was a knock on the door.
Thinking it was Demi coming to deliver the files, without asking, she didn't even turn her head and just said, "Come in."
However, she soon noticed something was wrong because Demi wore high heels, and her footsteps would make a rhythmic sound on this kind of ground. The person who came in didn't make such a sound...
Only her family could enter her office without Demi's announcement. Janet was the first to be ruled out, and her grandparents were in recuperation, so they could also be ruled out. So the most likely candidate was...
She turned around, took her gaze away from the tall buildings with standing glass windows, and looked deeply at the figure entering, "You're back."
"I'm back." Roy dropped the bag in his hand, took a few big steps to her, and lifted her by the waist, "I'm back!"
Laila was startled by his sudden move and subconsciously wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, "You seem very happy?"
"How could I not be happy to see you?" Roy buried his head in her neck, deeply breathing in the familiar scent unique to her.
"Roy, you..." Laila wanted to ask him many things, but she didn't have the chance. He kissed her forcefully before she could say a word.
Roy couldn't help himself. He longed for her presence, her warmth. He had been traveling to those countries for the past few months whenever he had the opportunity, taking up much of the time they could have spent together. Although the outcome was wonderful, it had pushed his "Laila deficiency syndrome" to its limit.
Laila was left breathless by his fervent kiss, and it wasn't until his lips left hers that she snapped out of her daze. At that moment, she felt as if she were in the universe, surrounded by countless stars and bursting light. She felt as if she were being drawn in by a shining body hotter than the sun, its light and heat enough to ignite everything within her.
"Laila, I love you." Roy hugged her tightly, rubbing against her body.
His childish behavior made Laila smile and pat his head, like patting a little dog. His hair was very soft, and when the wind blew, it would fly around unintentionally. Although it often gave him a headache, there was no denying that it felt really good.
Laila had heard that men's heads and women's waists were not to be touched when she was in the East. She didn't know if there was such a saying in the West, but every time she touched Roy's hair, he didn't refuse. Seeing him squint from time to time, it seemed that he really enjoyed it.
"It's good to be back." As long as he could come back safely, she didn't want to care about anything else. Why did he go out, what did he encounter after going out, if he was willing to say, he would tell her, if he was unwilling to say, she would not ask.