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“Fiona?” He might have raised his voice a little higher.

“Yes,” I tried to conceal that I was startled.

“I think we should get back.” He suggested.

“Yes,” I glanced at my wristwatch. It was well past one in the morning.

When he prepared to start the car, he suggested that I rest my eyes if I ever felt like I needed to.

At first, I thought I could just secretly admire him while he drove, but then my eyes began to close on their own.

We were still very much out of town; it was going to be a long drive.

Chapter Six

Christian

Upon concluding another successful business meeting with one of the company’s loyal partners, I decided to have some quiet time alone.

Gazing through the magnificent glass barricades on the topmost floor of the building, I felt relief surge through me. I was confident that I had been able to meet my father’s expectations regarding the company’s administration since I became CEO.

However, I wouldn’t know if he felt the same way since he had never actually commended me. He was a man of few words, and we were quite estranged as father and son. He was an imposing figure, and sometimes, he intimidated me.

But a conscious part of me wanted to believe he didn’t mean for me to feel like that and that he was just hypersensitive about maintaining his empire’s glory.

I breathed.

These last few days, I have had a clearer mind than ever before, and it was as if all of my burden had been lifted. I felt totally different, and it was refreshing.

“Sir?” A gentle voice broke into my thoughts. I turned to see Fiona.

“Yes,” I cleared my throat.

“You have a meeting with the Yukimura Group.” She answered. “At three pm.”

I nodded, glanced at my wristwatch, and resumed staring at the delicate, sublime scene of the horizon.

“There’s still a while before three. What should we do?” I asked.

Though it sounded silly, I felt I was being sincere since that was what was on my mind.

I didn’t know why particularly, but I guessed Fiona had made some sort of wonderful impression of herself since she resumed work.

“What?” Her lashes fluttered.

I turned to face her again. Her nicely-shaped brows had carved into an arc of their own will, and she looked quite puzzled.

“Do you want to do anything?”

“Well, I think I might be hungry.” She said, letting out a sheepish laugh.

I chuckled, fascinated.

“Let’s have lunch then.”

“Hm.” She nodded, and then I led the way back to my office.

She ate her food in silence, and I was forced to accommodate the notion that she might be bothered by something.

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