The Billionaire’s Sudden Bride
Chapter 220
Summer’s POV
“What are you doing? Brandon’s amused voice came from his desk. Sneaking around like you’re robbing the place?”
“Shhh! I pressed my finger to my lips. “Elle Sinclair is out there!”
I could hear Elle interrogating Monica through the door.
“Who was that woman who just went in? Elle asked, her tone dripping with suspicion.
“What woman?” Monica’s voice had a slight tremor before she quickly recovered. ‘Oh, you mean the one who entered Mr. Stark’s office? She’s from the Projects department. Mr. Stark requested their presence to discuss project matters.
“Is there only one woman in the Projects department?” Elle pressed.
“No, there are several, Monica responded. “Why do you ask, Miss Sinclair?”
“Who was that woman specifically? What’s her name? How’s her performance at Stark Group?”
I held my breath, waiting for Monica’s response.
“Her name is Summer Taylor,” Monica finally answered. “She’s Director Leo Schmidt’s assistant. Mr. Stark called her up strictly for
work–related matters!”
“Is that so? Monica, don’t lie to me. We’re friends now, aren’t we?”
“Of course, Miss Sinclair! You’ve been so kind to me, I would never lie to you. Monica’s ve “Actually, now that I’m free, should we start organizing our thoughts for the annual celeb something fresh this year!”
shifted to an enthusiastic tone.
? I was thinking we could try
“That’s a great idea,” Elle replied. “Actually, it’s almost lunch time. Why don’t I treat you to lunch?
“I’d love that! Just give me a moment to get ready.”
I listened as their footsteps retreated, finally exhaling. When I turned around, I nearly jumped out of my skin. Brandon had somehow materialized directly behind me.
“Jesus!” I gasped. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!”
Brandon smirked, wrapping his arms around my waist. I immediately pushed against his chest.
“Are you crazy?” I hissed. “We’re at the office! Elle Sinclair is literally right outside!”
Brandon narrowed his eyes, then moved me aside. He opened the door, glanced out, then closed it. “They’re gone.”
“This is all your fault,” I said, walking toward his desk. “Why did you call me up here anyway? What work do we need to discuss? Didn’t we already cover everything about the Manhattan West Side project in the meeting?”
“You,” he replied simply. He took my hand and led me to the sofa, pushing me down onto it. “If I hadn’t said it was work–related, would you have come up at all?”
Of course not,” I crossed my arms. “We agreed–during the day at the office, we’re boss and employee. Only at home are we husband and wife. You know Elle Sinclair is working here now. If she found out about us…”
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I studied his expression carefully. “It’s not that I’m afraid of people knowing about our relationship. We’re married now, and I don’t feel the need to keep it private like I used to. But if Elle Sinclair found out, I don’t think we’d have a moment’s peace. This is a critical time for the project launch, and I don’t want anything interfering with that.”
Brandon nodded, giving my shoulder a reassuring pat. “I understand. You don’t need to explain.”
He opened a food container on the coffee table, releasing the delicious aroma of freshly prepared food.
“It’s lunchtime,” he said. “Let’s eat.”
I laughed. “You called me up here for lunch? Again? I told you I can handle my own lunch!”
“When did you order this?” I asked, eyeing the spread.
“James did,” Brandon replied, handing me chopsticks. “Eat.”
I shrugged in resignation. “Fine, but you need to eat too. And you can’t do this again tomorrow. Someone’s going to notice if I come up here every day at lunch.”
Brandon frowned. “You’ve been so busy with work lately. Even at home, you never slow down. I have no choice but to create opportunities for us to see each other.”
“I’m not the one who can’t slow down at home,” I shot back with a knowing smile.
Brandon placed a piece of fish in my bowl. “James said the fish soup is especially good today. Have an extra bowl.”
I nodded, adding vegetables to his plate.
As I cleaned up after our meal, I remembered something. “I overheard Elle Sinclair mer celebration. Is Stark Group’s annual event coming up?”
Brandon paused while pouring water. “Yes, that’s right. Are you interested?”
ing materials from HR for the annual
“Not at all,” I said quickly. “Those events are exhausting. I was just wondering if this is your way of distracting Elle Sinclair.”
Brandon handed me water. “You’re perceptive. She can’t get close to me directly, but she’s still causing problems. With year–end approaching, I don’t have time for her antics.”
“Makes sense,” I agreed. “Keeping her busy means she won’t be fixated on you. But isn’t it unfair to Monica?”
Brandon’s lips curved slightly. “What’s this? Are you concerned about Monica?”
I rolled my eyes. “She’s your employee, not mine! If you’re not worried about her, why should I be? Despite my words, I couldn’t help thinking that Elle seemed like a ticking time bomb after what I witnessed three months ago.
“It’s fine,” Brandon assured me. “This is exactly the kind of thing Monica handles.”
I suddenly felt a twinge in my stomach and placed my hand on my abdomen.
“Are you uncomfortable? Brandon asked immediately.
I nodded. “I ate too much.”
Brandon chuckled, tapping my nose gently. “You always do.” He moved closer and began massaging my stomach. “Here?”
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“Mm–hmm, I confirmed, then pushed his hand away. “It’s nothing.” pulled out a digestive tablet, popping it into my mouth. “See? I came prepared.”
“Try one.” I tried to place it in his mouth.
Brandon dodged, but I wasn’t giving up. I climbed half over him, using one hand to hold his chin while trying to push the tablet toward his lips.
Brandon caught my wrist in a firm grip, his eyes narrowing dangerously. A shiver ran down my spine. I immediately tried to pull
back.
“Um, if you don’t want it, I’ll just take it myself.” I quickly popped the tablet into my mouth, but Brandon’s grip on my wrist remained firm.
“June,” he said, his voice dropping to that low, husky tone that always made my heart race.
I turned my head away. “It’s getting late. I need to get back downstairs.”
I hurriedly adjusted my clothes and checked my appearance in a compact mirror. To my horror, my lipstick was smudged across my cheek. I shot Brandon an accusatory look, only to find him watching with satisfaction.
“This isn’t funny,” I scowled, pulling out a wet wipe. “I’m going back to work! This is all your fault.” I cleaned my face. You need to stop getting so close to me in public.”
“What are you worried about? Nobody knows,” Brandon said, taking the wipe and gently cleaning my face himself.
Why do I get the feeling Brandon actually wanted to have sex with me right here in his off
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