The two of them stayed like that, slowly leaning on each other. He didn't move, and she didn't let go of her hand.
The window in the room was open, and a gentle breeze blew in, making the white curtains flutter. The two of them snuggled close together, as if they could be like this for a lifetime.
That's how Christopher Wilson found them when he pushed the door open and walked in.
"Mr. CEO..."
Emma Smith immediately let go of her hand, pulled the blanket up high, and hid her head inside. Her face was a little red.
In the past, they had done a fair amount of intimate things together, but she still felt a little shy. Was it because she had been injured and her skin had become thinner?
Seeing Christopher Wilson barge in, Robert Thomson was a bit unhappy, and he frowned, "What's going on?"
