Rewriting My Heart's Fate

In just one night, Ethan had become a big-time CEO. How he spent his money was entirely his choice. As for me, having contributed to his success, I felt the presidential suite was rightfully mine. But it felt a little strange staying next to him. What if I accidentally ran into something awkward at night?

I blushed. My mind was racing with all sorts of thoughts, but I kept them to myself. I was afraid he might misunderstand and think I had ulterior motives. I couldn't risk losing my job.

The elevator dinged as we reached the top floor, and I quickly followed him out.

Ahead of us stretched a long hallway covered with plush carpet, flanked by lavish presidential suites on both sides.

Ethan confidently walked to the end of the corridor, swiped his card, and opened the door on the left.

"Evelyn, this is your room. Mine's next door. If you need anything, don't hesitate to reach out."

I accepted the room key nervously and thanked him. Then, I took a deep breath and gathered the courage before stepping inside.

and I nearly fell to the floor. Was this a dream?

thing. Ethan truly valued me. I had to be

ready. We're

fast! Ethan's efficiency

a deep breath and looked at myself in the

best impression on the newcomers. As the rising designer at Grayson Group, you need to radiate an

at my reflection, grabbed my bag, and rushed

resting while waiting for me. Hearing the door open, he slowly opened his eyes and fixed his gaze

an instant, his

my nerves kick in.

the edges of my clothes and casually ran a hand through

lips were pressed into a firm line, and he radiated almost an icy