Sterling Norwood promptly begged, "Mm, my wife is amazing—beautiful and makes money. Marrying you is my good fortune."
With Sterling saying this, Selena Kensington felt a bit shy again.
She recalled the brainless flattery from those executives earlier, and her ears warmed up.
"...Eat up!"
Selena had brushed her hair behind her ears, allowing Sterling to easily see her slightly reddened ear lobes.
Even getting shy, she looked so cute.
He lowered his head and chuckled lightly, no longer teasing her.
After lunch, Selena forcefully urged Sterling to go rest in the lounge.
Originally planning to lull Sterling into sleeping so she could revise the new script, she had just pushed him onto the bed and was about to turn away.
The next moment, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his embrace.
Selena fell sitting into his arms.
"Together."
He lazily lowered his gaze, voice carrying a rare trace of indolent tenderness.
Yet his grip on Selena's wrist was unrelenting.
