"Here." He said.
"Oh."
She took the bag from Morris Jackson's hand, not knowing what was inside. Even after glancing at it several times, she still couldn't figure out what it was.
Knock knock knock-
Secretary Ivan Chen knocked on the door.
When Lyra Smith had entered earlier, she hadn't closed the door. Ivan was standing outside with a briefcase full of important documents that Morris needed for his meeting today.
"Mr. Jackson." Ivan called.
Morris responded: "Wait for my instructions."
Ivan nodded: "Alright."
Ivan's gaze fell on Lyra for no more than two seconds before he withdrew it, his face expressionless but his mind utterly confused.
——It turned out that Mr. Jackson did have a taste for women; he only went for those close to him.
Morris walked to the sofa, picked up the watch he had taken off at some point last night, and found it a little dirty. He asked while wiping it with a tissue from the coffee table: "Has Cole arrived?"
Morris had a dedicated chauffeur, Ivan, who usually followed him around. But Ivan had driven himself here this time because when he arrived, Driver White hadn't come yet.
Ivan took out his phone: "I'll check up on him right now."
"No need," Morris said, holding the watch and turning to Ivan at the door. "Arrange a car from the hotel and leave immediately."
Ivan was slightly surprised, as Mr. Jackson rarely settled for using any car other than his own.
However, it wasn't his place to question this. He just needed to follow Mr. Jackson's orders: "Alright, wait a moment, I'll get it done now."
After Ivan left.
Morris handed the now clean watch to Lyra: "Help me put it on."
Lyra: ???
Morris took in all the lively expressions on her face, with the corners of his mouth turning up barely detectably. He spoke in his usual tone: "Addressing me respectfully and politely by a title every time, is it too much to ask you to help your fifth uncle put on his watch?"
Although Lyra felt wronged, she still replied: "You're not even related."
She heard Morris snort coldly: "Hmm, so you know that too."
That statement revealed a lot of information.
But Lyra didn't dwell on it.
She told herself that she was merely submitting to power. She obediently agreed: "It's not a bother."
She also wore a watch, so her movements were fairly smooth. She caught a glimpse of three sub-dials and a tourbillon on the watch face, and above the dials was a sloppy yet beautiful letter:
——Qing
Lyra didn't really know much about designer watches, so she just assumed the letter was a brand name.
"Done, fifth uncle." Lyra withdrew her hand and looked at Morris obediently.
That obedient look in her eyes seemed to ask: Can we go now?
Morris ignored her docility: "I'll take you home."
"But don't you have somewhere to be, fifth uncle?" Lyra continued with a sullen face. "This would be too much trouble for you. I'll just take a taxi back."
"It's no trouble."
Morris naturally grabbed her wrist, took her out the door, and rode the elevator downstairs until he shoved her into the car.
Throughout the entire journey, Morris didn't walk too fast, as if accommodating her unsteady and weak legs. However, his imposing demeanor was intimidating, and she was too afraid of him to resist.
The car slowly left the Moonlight Hotel.
Lyra and Morris were sitting in the back seat, and Ivan was driving.
Morris asked her, "Would you like to return to Crane Pavilion Villa or your apartment?"
Lyra was confused. How did he know she was staying at an apartment outside? She replied, "I want to go back to Crane Pavilion Villa."
"Hmm."
He was always concise and to the point.
Yet if Lyra paid closer attention, she would notice that he responded to everything she said, even if it was just a single word.
Now all Lyra could think about was, how did Morris know she had a small apartment? She decided to head back to Crane Pavilion Villa first, have some lunch, and then take a taxi to her apartment. She absolutely couldn't let him find out her apartment address.
During the drive, Lyra was doing her best to minimize her presence. She thought they would just go home in peace, and then she could finally process the fact that she had slept with Morris Jackson.
But then, Morris suddenly said, "Lyra."
Lyra was startled.
Her reaction was like that of a frightened rabbit.
Morris ignored her reaction, his dark eyes calm yet helpless: "Don't you have anything you want to say to me?"