"Work from home?" Edward on the other side in the call was surprised to hear that from Christian who is a workaholic, while Christian hummed with a tired face, "Yes uncle, Rose's health is not good, I'm taking care of her, right now I can't attend the company, please help me with this..." Edward smiled softly, "That's not a problem at all, take care of your wife, I'll handle everything for you." "No... No," Christian objected to his uncle handling everything, "I'll take care of it, all I need is permission to work from home, that's it." Edward tried to make Christian take proper leave, but since Christian insisted stubbornly, Edward gave up, "Fine, you can work from home, I'll make arrangements for that." "Thanks uncle," Christian grinned happily, and hung up the call.As he went to check on Rosaline, she was sleeping peacefully, without disturbing her, he sat right beside her to check her temperature, since the temperature cooled down, Christian took a breath in relief and went t

"Suspect?" Andrew quietly repeated those words, "To be frank, there are many to suspect, from person to person, name to name, can't settle suspicion with one person." Kira’s eyes flickered with hesitation. "It has to be someone high up. Lower management doesn’t have this kind of access, maybe if we check deep into those lists, we can come to a conclusion about whom to suspect..." That thought twisted something inside Christian’s chest. High up meant someone close to his family, because all of those people in higher up positions weren't someone ordinary or strangers, so all of them were known and trusted by his family for so long.He masked his reaction, nodding firmly instead. "I’ll cross-check the vendor history tomorrow, maybe we can trace the original authorization.... But, I advise till we find something it's best to stay silent, don't inform to anyone for some time." Luna wasn't totally calm at the same time not anxious either, "But Chris, if we hide it for so long, do you kn

"Umm," Christian stirred slowly, the warmth beside him far softer, and far more dangerous, than any blanket. His lashes fluttered open, and the first thing his gaze landed on was not the pale ceiling of Rosaline’s room, but the spill of dark-black hair fanned across his bare chest had another story to remind him.Rosaline.His pulse quickened, she was curled into him like she had every right, her slender leg tangled over his. The only thing covering her was his white shirt, slightly unbuttoned, the collar slipping low enough that one smooth shoulder was bare, her skin brushing against his, adding extra warmth to his body.Christian blinked his eyes hard, almost convinced his mind was playing tricks. Then her fingers twitched against his ribs, nails grazing him in her sleep, and he realized, this wasn’t a dream. "So, this isn't a dream!" He had made up his mind intending to keep his distance, he remembered that.But then…Flashbacks came back to him, Rosaline leaning close, pressin

"Hunger won over embarrassment," Christian threw his head back in frustration while preparing himself for cooking.The guesthouse kitchen had never seen such chaos in years.Pots clanged, spoons rattled, and the faint smell of something that had either almost become an omelet or had already given up trying filled the air."Chris, you can’t just… dump the eggs like that!" Rosaline snatched the cracked shell from his hands before he made another disastrous attempt.Christian Sargent, who had prepared himself for ruthless negotiations, sat through hours of everyone's sharp criticisms, and even survived the tragedy of marrying Rosaline against everyone's expectations, now stood in front of a frying pan looking as helpless as a cornered deer being not sure what to do or how to do."I told you," he muttered darkly, glaring at the eggs as if they had personally insulted him, "I don’t cook and I can't cook, it's better to order, because this pan hates me."Rosaline burst out laughing. She ti

"She has an eagle eyes," Christian had barely stepped out of the room after escaping Rosaline's suspicious glances and doubtful looks.Just then Charles dragged him into a corner, his face flushed and his usually neat hair in disarray."Uncle?" Christian sighed, "Why are you dragging me like this? What happened? What's wrong with you?""I'm here for a reason, but you are too busy romancing with your wife," Charles hissed as it's becoming too hard for finding a chance to speak with his own nephew, Christian huffed rubbing his temples, "There's no such thing uncle, I just went to have a shower after breakfast nothing else, what happened?" Charles groaned shoving a folded newspaper across the desk, "Someone sent this in your name to Sargent's mansion, thankfully it's me who saw it." Christian arched an eyebrow, toweling his hair with maddening calm. "What's this? Love letter or a threatening letter?" "Don’t start with me, just read."The headline screamed in bold print:"Corruption Al