Rewriting My Heart's Fate

My consciousness was hazy. I could barely make out what Ethan was saying. All I could feel was a comforting presence enveloping me, lulling me into a peaceful sleep.

I wasn't sure how much time had passed, but I groggily woke up to find myself resting against a warm, solid chest. Startled, I quickly sat up, only to notice a coat draped over my shoulders. When I looked closer, I realized it was Ethan's coat.

"Awake?" His deep, magnetic voice broke the silence.

I nodded awkwardly. I felt embarrassed as I tried to return his coat. "Thank you, Mr. Grayson. I hope I didn't disturb your rest."

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "No, you slept soundly. I couldn't even wake you. Looks like you were really exhausted."

His words sent a rush of heat to my face. How could I fall asleep just like that? I even slept against his chest. How embarrassing was that!

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Grayson... I won't let it happen again..."

bothered at all. In fact, he affectionately tapped the tip

he mean by that? Had he... changed? The controlling, domineering side of

think any further, Ethan gently guided me out of the car. The afternoon sun was a bit blinding, and I instinctively squinted. But then a pair of sunglasses were gently placed on my nose. "Put these on, don't strain your eyes," he said kindly. "You're the lead designer at Grayson's. You need to take

in my throat, and I quickly

led me toward Park Hyatt Hotel. "Once we're settled, we'll visit the company branch. The office

by its grandeur. Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead, plush carpets lined the floor,

help you? Do you have a reservation?" The receptionist greeted us

over his sleek black card and replied, "Yes, we've reserved

course, sir. One

typed something on the computer. Within moments, she handed two magnetic keys

stay.

don't