Chapter 66 Do Something Together
Finished
Just as he turned to leave. Scott spoke up. “Aren’t you supposed to be watching the soup?” With a poised calmness, he methodically removed his glasses and set them aside.
Louis smacked his forehead. “Oh, right! The soup! How could I forget? Looks like I’ll have to trouble you instead, Mr. Sterling.”
Scott exhaled through his nose, resigned “Guess I don’t have a choice”
Downstairs, Jemima hesitantly gave Louis the elevator code to her apartment.
She figured she could still talk her way out of this once he arrived. But when the door opened, it wasn’t Louis standing there. It was Scott, dressed in beige loungewear.
All her arguments died in her throat.
“Why are you here, Mr. Sterling?” she stammered, forcing an awkward smile as she clutched a throw pillow.
Scott’s gaze swept casually around her living room. “The chicken soup’s still cooking. Mr. Callen is watching it.”
Jemima was speechless.
So… he just summoned you instead?
Scott withdrew his gaze. “Can we go now?”
Under his cool, expectant stare, Jemima hesitated for several seconds before finally nodding. “Okay”
Without another word, Scott stepped forward, bent at the waist, and carefully lifted her into his arms before placing her in the wheelchair.
Jemima stiffened like a mummy, her entire body going rigid. The whole process lasted less than a minute, but the scent of him, his body heat, and the feel of his arms around her had completely overwhelmed her senses.
Her heart pounded, and her breath slowed.
Something about this moment felt oddly spellbinding.
Scott noticed the tension in her body. Just as he was about to straighten up, he hesitated and asked gently, “Did I hurt you?”
His voice was clear, deep, and laced with concern. It tugged at her heartstrings.
Jemima was already feeling flustered and uneasy. When she heard those ambiguous words, her whale body felt as if it had caught fire, like molten lava surging through her veins.
It took her a moment to process his question, and when she finally did, her voice was weak and devoid of energy. “No.”
the
“That’s good then” Scott straightened up and guided her toward the door, then into the elevator.
if possessed, Jemima found herself glancing down at his leg. That cursed memory resurfaced in an instant. To make matters worse, when she lifted her gaze, she met Scott’s eyes, filled with an unreadable expression.
th! Somebody save me!
Just as she felt like she was about to suffocate, the elevator doors finally opened into the penthouse.
Her palms were drenched in sweat. Scott led her into his penthouse. The place was enormous, with a vast, sweeping view of the city. The minimalist decor, dominated by cool, sophisticated tones, suited him perfectly.
Instead of taking her to the dining area, he brought her to the study first. “Dinner’s not ready yet,” he said casually. “Let’s do something in the meantime
Do something… together? W-What exactly?
Chapter 66 Do Something Together
chaos, running wild with all sorts of inappropriate thoughts.
Finished
Scott, oblivious to her turmoil, led her toward the large office desk. Jemima’s eyes widened as she stared at the sleek black
surface.
Does he want me to sit on it? No way! I need to get out!
She was about to wheel herself out when Scott reached out and turned her chair around to face him.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
Jemima bristled. IfI don’t leave now, I’m going to be taken advantage of at work!
“I can’t do this. Y–You should find someone else!”
“Zander’s out.”
So I’m just a substitute for Zander?
For a brief moment, Jemima didn’t know whether to be more battled by his indiscriminate preferences or slightly offended that she was being overshadowed by Zander so effortlessly.
Scott, noticing the look of resistance and frustration on her face, reached over and placed a stack of folders in front of her. “Ms. Willis,” he said, arching a brow, “is it really that hard for you to do some work?”
Jemima glanced at the documents
Uh…
“So… he actually meant working,” she muttered under her breath, utterly mortified.
Scott heard her. His gaze sharpened slightly. “What else did you think it was?”
Jemima’s face burned red. She hesitated, scrambling to come up with an explanation. “Oh, I just thought you wanted me to… to clean. And since I can’t move around much, I figured I wouldn’t be able to do it.”
Scott fell silent. He folded his arms and leaned against the desk, watching her with a knowing smirk, clearly not in a hurry to call her out.
A moment later, he suddenly chuckled, his voice teasing. “Ms. Willis, you have quite the imagination.”
