Chapter 162

The conference room was silent, save for Gwendolyn and Howard.

Turning her head with a curious gleam in her eye, Gwendolyn inquired, “A message about what?”

Howard rested his hand on the back of her chair. With a gentle tug, the chall on wheels rolled towards him, bringing them face–to–face Just inches apart

To remind him the: there’s a black sheep in the family”

At this, Gwendolyn let out a chuckle, asking. “Are you talking about Mr. Bainbridge?”

Howard’s gaze was intense and penetrating. “Tonight, I expect there might be fireworks.”

“Mr. Chadwick, it seems to me that you have your finger on the pulse of everything. You’re always in control, Gwendolyn said, her admiration evident. She often felt a step behind.

Howard’s eyes half–closed as he glanced at her, his index finger lightly tapping the spot over her heart

“That’s what I can’t predict.”

Gwendolyn quickly crossed her arms over her chest, ripples of emotion in her eyes. “Hey, no need for tricks now”

throat. That was not the only time his hands

the Chadwick Group, aren’t you?” Gwendolyn asked, looking intently into

easily crushed the Chadwick Group, but instead, he chose to preserve it.

I I

“This seat you’re in is used to be mine. I had nothing but reverence for my grandfather… but his fear of me grew. This place bears the marks of my journey. In the future,

he had pushed the Chadwick

as he spoke, noticing that even in private, he still referred

help him

impressive

only his figure, as if he were the sole presence

his hands on either side of her chair, leaning

list them: those

a whisper, his breath almost touching her own.

the depths of his

his lips gently to hers, murmuring

through her, a tangible pulse of emotion. Her beautiful eyes brimmed with a watery light.

your

her delicate, pale neck as Howard kissed her lips, her earlobe, her neck. With

her lip to contain

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