"That's it for today," Cyril thumbed off the blood at the corner of his mouth and licked the side of his mouth hard with the tip of his tongue, "The rest is interest. Wait for me to call you anytime."
"After eating, a driver will naturally take you back."
Cyril looked like a different person, with beady eyes and a cold voice.
"The matter of material supply ..." Aurora didn't forget to remind him.
"Tomorrow go to Tey Co.,Ltd. headquarters to sign the contract." After saying that, Cyril left without looking back.
Hearing this, she was relieved. She didn't care about the wound at the corner of her mouth, and ate the food with great interest, not even noticing Cyril, whose hands were trembling slightly, and whose two eyeballs had turned blood red, with sharp teeth faintly showing at the corners of his mouth.
Cyril found the inhibitor from the drawer with trembling hands. The door behind him suddenly knocked.
"Who!?" He asked warily.
"It's me, Arthur."
"Come in."
Arthur carried a glass of hot milk, Cyril leaned over the bed to gather the empty pill tubes, his red eyes not yet back to normal, but his sharp teeth gone.
"Miss Carlsson has been sent home by car."
He didn't say anything.
Arthur passed the milk to his hand, "Next time be careful, don't bite Miss Carlsson."
His face turned cloudy and he tilted his head to drink the milk in one gulp.
Arthur lowered his voice and asked carefully, "Does it hurt? Miss Carlsson bit you so hard, is she one of us?"
Cyril's tongue and the corner of his mouth were broken. Hearing this concern, he squeezed the empty glass with more strength, asked: "do you think you're funny?"
"It's okay."
"Perhaps, I haven't help you shave off your beard in some years."
Cyril hurriedly covered the white beard that finally grow to his chest and changed the subject in time, "Mr. Sean is back and is chatting with the young master in the study."
Cyril changed his clothes and came to the study after the inhibitor had fully worked.
Arvin was standing timidly at the desk to be lectured. When he saw Cyril enter, he was revitalized, becoming more confident.
"Ask him if you don't believe me!"
Paul at the desk had a serious expression, "Arvin said that Aurora likes you, is that true?"
"No."
"How is that possible! It's obviously that she is in love with you. But as soon as she saw me, she gave me an over-the-shoulder slam!!" He rolled up his sleeve and showed the red mark on his arm, "Look, Father! This is the proof!"
Paul glanced down at his arm, where the red marks were obvious, and looked at Cyril again.
Arvin continued, "Besides, Miss Carlsson and Cyril have already slept together, I can't interfere with them. Jesus, three people together, it must be R rated, I ..."
"Shut up!" Paul's face was ugly he bellowed, "I let you marry Aurora, that's all for your face! If you weren't my son, I'd break your legs straight away!"
His face became red and he banged his cane hard on the table to issue a warning, "Get out of here!"
Arvin showed a guilty face, shrugged at Cyril, and gave Cyril an unsure look before he left.
"It suits me just fine!"
Cyril came up behind Paul and took hold of the armrest of the wheelchair, "Let's push you for a walk in the garden."
The man in the wheelchair sighed, "OK!"
Despite Paul lost his legs when he was young, it did not affect his ability to create the Sean Family's business empire. He was naturally strong and arrogant, at the same time, he maintained a good state of mind. So he didn't look like a 61 year old at all.
From the time Arvin could run, Cyril watched Paul chase this guy in a wheelchair, and he still has the same strength today.
"Sean, maybe you should really get to know your son."
"I want to get to know him, does he allow me?" Paul had been chasing his son for over twenty years, Paul was catching up to Arvin faster and faster with his wheelchair, but their hearts are getting farther and farther apart!
Hearing Paul's heavy sigh, Arvin had nothing to say. The relationship between father and son was always so awkward. Originally, Paul was just trying to hide Arvin's origins, so he took care of his emotions, but he didn't expect that it would create Arvin's indulgent personality.
"This time, it's Arvin who lost sense of proportion."
Cyril rarely heard such a disheveled tone from him, which was tinged with a bit of apology, "Actually, you're saying these words to that person, aren't you?"
Paul seldom wears suits, always the home routine. But today, he began to tide up himself early. Despite there was a few gray hair, he still looked energetic after neatly combing. He also pinned a golden rose brooch on his suit.
He looked at the blooming roses in front of him, his right hand unconsciously touched his brooch, "If Aurora had not come to me, perhaps I would never have had the courage to see her again in my life."
"I'm sorry." Cyril whispered.
Paul patted Cyril's hand on his shoulder and sighed, "You always have a sense of proportion, don't you?"
Cyril looked at that strong hand with traces of time and kept silence, which was a tacit understanding formed by their 61 years of companionship.
The next morning, Aurora arrived at Tey Co.,Ltd.'s headquarters in high profile.
Inside the clean white suit was a light blue V-neck dress. Light makeup, coupled with cherry red lips, made her reveal the pure beauty in the sexy appeal.
The six bodyguards behind her escorted her like a princess all the way to the door of the CEO's office on the top floor.