Jack's steps were heavy as he walked down the corridor. His mind was a storm of conflicting emotions. He couldn't deny the sharp pang of possessiveness that surged within him upon seeing Georgia's proximity to Cheng Zixiao. Despite his firm exterior, his heart was a chaotic mess.
He entered his office, the luxurious space an extension of his commanding presence. Sitting behind his imposing desk, he leaned back, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the polished wood. Du Yue lingered by the doorway, sensing his boss's agitation but wisely choosing not to intrude.
"Why?" Cheng Zixiao's voice echoed in his thoughts, causing a deep scowl to furrow Jack's brow. The audacity of Cheng Zixiao's insinuations was infuriating. Jack's jaw clenched as he recalled the smugness in Cheng Zixiao's expression, as if he held some secret that Jack didn't.
His fingers paused in their tapping, and he stared out of the window, lost in his thoughts. Georgia, the woman who had unconsciously crept into his heart, was both a source of fascination and frustration. She was like an enigma he couldn't decipher—a delicate balance between innocence and allure.
Deep down, he knew his reaction had been driven by jealousy and possessiveness. He was treading uncharted territory, unfamiliar with the emotions that had been awakened within him. But he was determined not to let his vulnerabilities show.
Meanwhile, Georgia remained in the lounge, her heart still racing from the intensity of her encounter with Jack. She sank onto the sofa, her fingers tracing the pattern of the upholstery absentmindedly. The memory of Jack's stern words and his proximity sent shivers down her spine.
With a heavy sigh, she acknowledged the truth in his words. She was indeed married now, and her actions must reflect her status. The unintentional closeness with Cheng Zixiao was a mistake she couldn't afford to repeat.
Hours passed, and Georgia's thoughts remained entangled. She knew she had to find a way to navigate this new world of corporate intrigue and personal emotions.
As the workday drew to a close, Georgia collected her belongings and made her way to the exit. She couldn't shake off the unease that lingered after her encounter with Jack. She glanced at her phone, contemplating whether to call Jack and inform him about her departure.
Just then, her phone buzzed, and a message from an unknown number appeared: "I'm waiting for you outside."
Startled, Georgia looked around and spotted a familiar black luxury car parked nearby. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized who it was.
With a mix of trepidation and curiosity, she walked toward the car. The tinted window rolled down, revealing Jack's stern yet enigmatic face.
"Get in."
Georgia hesitated for a moment, then cautiously got into the car. The door closed behind her, cocooning her in the luxurious interior. The atmosphere was thick with tension, the air charged with unspoken emotions.
Jack's voice was low and controlled as he spoke, "I wanted to make something clear to you."
Georgia's heart raced as she met his intense gaze. She nodded, urging him to continue.
He took a deep breath before continuing, "I may come off as overbearing, but I have my reasons. I need you to understand that your actions can have consequences in the business world."
Georgia nodded again, her eyes sincere. "I understand, Mr. Jack. I didn't intend to cause any trouble."
Jack's gaze softened fractionally, and he leaned back in his seat. "Good. Just remember that appearances matter. And for your safety, avoid being alone with anyone who could use it against you."
Georgia's heart swelled with a mixture of gratitude and confusion. His concern for her well-being was unexpected but oddly comforting.
As they sat in the car, a silence enveloped them, carrying with it an unspoken understanding. It was a moment of vulnerability for both, a glimpse beneath the veneer they presented to the world.
Finally, Jack spoke again, his voice softer now. "You can call me Jack."
Georgia's eyes widened in surprise, and a shy smile tugged at her lips. "Alright, Mr. Jack... I mean, Jack."
The corner of Jack's lips quirked up, a rare glimpse of a more approachable side of him. "Good. Now, let's head home."
As the car pulled away from the curb, Georgia gazed out of the window, her heart still racing but with a newfound sense of connection. In the world of corporate complexities and hidden desires, she had found an unexpected ally—one who could offer guidance and protection, even if it was wrapped in an enigmatic exterior.