Hearing the man's words, Georgia's heart trembled like a fragile leaf caught in a sudden gust of wind. She straightened up, summoning the courage to break away from his grasp. After a short pause, her voice quivered with curiosity, "Why?"
Jack's response came without hesitation, his voice carrying a weight of responsibility and concern, "Because your body is not only yours."
For Georgia, these words unlocked a door to understanding. She realized that her well-being was intrinsically tied to something much larger. Ye Wan'er's operation hinged on her recovery, and a complex chain of events relied on her health and safety.
Georgia blinked, still uncertain, and pressed further, "Is it not mine, or whose is it?"
Jack's eyes flickered with a faint hint of fluster, a deep struggle evident within him. He grappled with how to reveal the truth to her, how to face the woman whose life was so closely intertwined with his own.
As he stared into Georgia's questioning eyes, he found himself grappling with a dilemma. However, Georgia, bolstered by the courage that came with alcohol, reached out and gently clutched his clothes. She needed answers, and she needed them now. Her voice quivered as she demanded, "Whose is it?"
Jack raised his eyes to meet hers, their gazes locking in an intense exchange. His heart raced, emotions swirling like a tempest within him. He swallowed hard, forcing back the desire that threatened to consume him, and in a hoarse voice, he replied, "Another day."
At this moment, he felt it was not the right time to reveal the full truth, to peel back the layers of the enigma that bound them together.
But Georgia, fueled by alcohol-induced stubbornness, refused to back down. She tugged at his clothes, her grip unrelenting. In a gentle pull, her actions inadvertently caused the collar button of his shirt to give way, revealing the chiseled contours of his strong chest.
Jack's gaze darkened as he bowed his head, entranced by her touch.
Flustered and embarrassed, Georgia quickly released her grip, stammering, "I didn't mean to..."
Before she could finish her sentence, she found herself enveloped in a strong embrace, and her lips were gently but firmly silenced.
Moments later, as their lips parted, he whispered in her ear, his voice laden with an unspoken promise, "If there's anything, we'll discuss it another day."
The following morning, the room was bathed in soft, golden sunlight that filtered through the gaps in the curtains.
Jack awoke, casting a fond gaze at the still-sleeping woman beside him. He slipped out of bed with the grace of a practiced ninja, careful not to disturb her peaceful slumber.
Although it was early, he knew he had to leave now. Being seen exiting Georgia's room by his employees at this hour would undoubtedly fuel the rumor mill, and he preferred to avoid any unnecessary gossip.
Before departing, he left a handwritten note for her on the nightstand, a message that would reassure her and provide a semblance of closure.
As Jack quietly left the room, his thoughts lingered on the events of the previous night, his heart still heavy with the unresolved emotions that swirled between him and Georgia.
After breakfast, Jack sat alone in his spacious office, sipping on a cup of steaming coffee. Soon, a gentle knock at the door signaled the arrival of Du Yue, his trusted confidant.
"Mr.Jack, you wanted to see me?" Du Yue inquired respectfully.
Jack motioned for Du Yue to take a seat opposite him. "Have you had breakfast?" he asked, his tone devoid of its usual aloofness.
Du Yue hesitated momentarily before answering, "Not yet..."
Jack nodded in response. "I've ordered breakfast for you. Let's eat together."
A small but genuine smile graced Du Yue's face. "Thank you, Mr. Jack."
After a few bites of breakfast, Jack turned the conversation towards more pressing matters. "What progress have you made regarding the investigation I assigned you yesterday?"
Du Yue straightened his posture, his expression growing more serious. "Yesterday, I went to the swimming pool to investigate, but I discovered it was a monitoring blind spot."
Jack's eyes narrowed slightly, his curiosity piqued. "No surveillance cameras in that area?"
Du Yue shook his head. "No, I checked the nearby surveillance feeds, but there was nothing unusual to report."
Jack's already serious countenance darkened further as he considered the implications of Du Yue's report. Yesterday, Georgia had confided in him that she felt someone push her from behind near the swimming pool. Given her level of inebriation, she couldn't have been completely unconscious.
The pieces of the puzzle were beginning to fall into place, and Jack was determined to uncover the truth.