“You don’t have to worry about it, Mr.
Lucian,” she retorted, her tone soft but firm..
Though she had no idea of what tomorrow might have in store for her yet right from the moment she decided on this path, she swore to remain unstoppable.
Lucian’s lips curved, he felt amused at her response, his dark gaze steady.
Her words amused him.
She has fire, he thought.
“I hope you keep your word, Miss Emily,” he smirked.
He was yet to see a man so accommodating as to let his wife go on a business trip with his boss, and then spend days and probably weeks in the name of a business trip.
A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he leaned back, his mind spinning quietly.
“If there is such a man, then I, Lucian Sterling, am not one of such men.” He muttered silently.
He wouldn’t dare let his wife work under another man, let alone go on a business trip to spend days.
He sighed softly.
“Well, this is an issue to be addressed in the nearest future.”
Seeing him lean back against the seat, Emily sighed with visible relief, though the glint in his eyes told her he wasn’t done and might still raise another thrilling question.
With an urgent need to calm her fraying nerves, she closed her eyes, her head resting on the leather headrest of the vehicle.
Her mind raced.
She believed she had been able to put this thought behind her, but with Lucian’s questions, she found the situation more serious than she imagined.
She tried piecing together fragments of the situation and possibly the way out.
The result was a series of questions swirling in her head:
Who exactly was her husband?
What type of man was he?
Would he be a man who respects women?
Would he allow her to work?
Could he let her go on trips without reading much into it?
Would she have an opportunity to get better, or would she be sold away again?
But no matter how she tried to get answers to her trouble, they were not forthcoming, at least not at the moment.
Rather, she felt a splitting headache threatening to split her head in two.
The unanswered questions pressed against her skull until pain pulsed at her temples.
Her fist clenched lightly at a hidden spot on her lap as she resolved to check her marriage certificate first thing tomorrow morning, or probably when she returned tonight. Read the latest chapters at novelping . com.
The quiet hum of the car came to a gradual stop, pulling her out of her reverie.
She blinked her eyes a few times as her gaze swept around her surroundings.
Her brow furrowed as she took in the sight before her.
A white-painted magnificent building stood proudly in the middle of a vast open space.
Its large gate stood wide open.
Golden chandeliers, overhead street lamps, and night lamps lined in strategic spots illuminated the area, and the night glowed with its brilliance.
Luxury cars continuously pulled up at the entrance.
The guests, well clothed in luxury and flamboyant attire, stepped out of the cars in twos and threes, exuding wealth, power, and ability.
Each of the guests’ invitations was confirmed on arrival before they stepped on the red carpet.
Emily observed the scene with quiet intensity, her heart racing.
Looking at the timbers and calibers stepping out of the cars, Emily felt her worldview refreshed.
She felt tempted to ask Lucian to introduce the profiles of the dignitaries as they alighted from their cars.
The more she thought about it, the more she wavered.
She wasn’t part of the upper class anywhere.
What was there to know about them?
She let out a relieved breath.
It would just be best to gain a bit of an idea about the power players’ banquet and then go her way.
Lucian turned to her, his gaze gentle and a smile twirling his lips.
“We’re here,” he called out to her.
Emily didn’t really need him to tell her, but having said it, she couldn’t ignore him.
She inhaled sharply, bracing herself for the night.
“Alright,” she chimed.
She had arrived, and there was no going back now.
Whatever it was that awaited her arrival, Emily decided to take it as it came.
With a click, the door slowly slid open, and Lucian stepped out first. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
Like a gentleman, he held out his hand to her.
Emily stared at the hand, her heart racing, her cheeks heating up.
She dared not give him her hand.
Emily had long decided to stay several kilometers away from this walking seduction of a boss.
As though he read her thoughts, Lucian stepped back, then walked around to her side and slowly opened the door for her.
Such a gesture left Emily stumped.
Her first instinct was to look around and confirm if that was the rule here.
Seeing companions clutching tightly to the arms of their partners, Emily’s lips twitched.
“Socialites and etiquette,” she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper, but the keen ear of Lucian captured it, and a smile coursed through his cold face.
“She really has no pretense,” he smirked inwardly.
This time, he didn’t offer his hand.
Instead, he simply stood there, waiting for her to step out herself.
Emily adjusted her dress, making sure it wasn’t revealing more than it should.
She squared her shoulders and stepped out.
Her poise was calm and elegant.
The moment she did, all eyes swept toward her direction.
A hush fell over the entrance of the grand venue.
Whispers, curiosity, inquisitiveness filled the air.
Emily’s conscious self and sensitive ears noticed the change in the atmosphere.
Her breath hitched, her steps faltered as she fell forward.
Time stood still.
Gasps echoed through the crowd, Emily’s world stilled immediately.
Her heart lurched as she braced herself for the possible impact, but she only felt a strong chest, taut muscles, and protective arms snaking around her.
The steady thrum of a heartbeat vibrated against her ear.
Adding one and two, she came up with a conclusion.
Her heart stopped.
“I’m finished,” she muttered silently.