Emma Hart's hand, unwittingly blocking the air vent, was blasted with hot air until it scalded her, eliciting a pitiful cry.
"Ouch," she hastily withdrew her hand.
Damien Sterling looked at Emma in disbelief, wondering how someone could be so foolish, yet here she was, right in front of him.
"Just sit still," he commanded, his tone authoritative.
It was a display of dominance and strength, unimaginable from a man who always appeared stern and cold, now gently blowing dry strands of hair with such tenderness.
It was a bizarre scene.
Emma hadn't expected that the CEO of Sterling Group would possess such skills akin to a professional hairstylist.
After turning off the hairdryer, Emma ran her fingers through her hair, finding it smooth and perfectly dried, a feat she could hardly achieve herself.
