PearBlossom

Gemma Liu is thick skinned, out going, and most importantly, she knows what she wants. She is the personal assistant for Charles Wen of Wen Technology. He also happens to be what she wants. 

The problem with that, however, is that Charles is immune to the charms of women—including her. He is cold, harsh, impatient, and people often leave his office in tears. That doesn’t deter Gemma in the least. She’s declared war on his heart of stone. 

Just when she thinks he’s finally succumbed to her charms, she finds herself in a precarious position. In a moment of fear she marries another man; a man loves her enough to salvage her reputation. The years pass and Gemma finds herself suddenly widowed with a child. Coming home to Shanghai, she feels defeated. 

Meanwhile, a tragic accident leaves Charles Wen disfigured and in need of long term and in-depth care. Gemma is ready to stay by his side and care for him but Charles is anything but happy about it. Unfortunately for him, his family thinks she’s the perfect person to be his caregiver...She’s the only woman not afraid to look upon him. His grandfather decides that Gemma must become the daughter-in-law of the Wen family. 

Charles says he will marry no one, because what woman would love a monster? Will he let down his guard long enough to give Gemma a chance? And can he accept the child that she adores? 

“I’ll Never Let You Go” is a story about the power of unconditional love forged by trial of fire.

I’ll Never Let You Go

Charles had stayed late into the evening, working, and having the IT team remove the ridiculous post off of the office forum. Mainly, he was trying to work off his anger and frustration over the whole situation. 


  He knew now that Gemma wasn't responsible (the IT team proved her innocence. He checked.) but ever since she had come to work for him it seemed his relatively peaceful life had been turned on end. 


  She was sarcastic, and shameless. She dressed seductively he was sure on purpose. She refused to be restrained in his presence, was bold, and never showed fear. 


  She was sexy and she knew it. She was hilarious and flirtatious, and extremely effective at anything he threw at her. Because he'd tried to overwhelm her, thinking that she would quit. No. Not Gemma. 


  The thing that really bothered him, downright scared him, was that not only was she the best and longest lasting personal assistant to date, but the longer she worked with him the better she was able to anticipate his needs and she completed them before he could ask. For most, a subordinate who could anticipate their superiors' needs and wants in the work place was a boon, a godsend. 


  Not him. Charles Wen had been groomed from infancy not to let anyone get too close. Emotions, especially those of love, kindness, and friendliness were crushed by his father as much as possible. A businessman must be emotionless and ruthless if he wants to be successful. You are born for success, his father would tell him. 


  So a woman who could anticipate his needs in the office was a threat to his carefully constructed walls that surrounded him.


  If he was emotionless then Gemma was the exact opposite. She wore her feelings on her shoulder and expressed them vibrantly. He found that terrifying. 


  He stretched in his seat and groaned. It was time to leave. Past time to leave. He grabbed his suit coat off the back of his chair, as well as his briefcase. 


  Loud music, a love song, began playing loudly from his suit coat pocket. Gemma's phone. He knew before he even reached for it. The caller ID said, "Brent." 


  Who was Brent? Why was he calling her so late at night? Why did it all stir up anger inside him. 


  He stepped back to his computer and looked up the personnel files and scribbled an address on a notepad. He hurried down to the parking garage and hopped into his sports car. He tore out of the parking lot like an arrow shot from a bow. 


  A few minutes later, he arrived at the address and found the right apartment. He rang the bell, wondering what he was doing. 


  It took a few minutes, but finally Gemma stood at the door. She was wearing a pair of silky, sexy pajama shorts in emerald green and matching top that highlighted her vast cleavage. A lose fitting, floral robe was draped around her. Her hair hung wildly around her chest. Her makeup had been washed and her eyes, full of sleep, stared up at him in confusion. 


  "Aren't you going to invite me in?" He asked, wondering what made him ask to begin with. 


  She stepped aside reluctantly and motioned him in.


No Emotions Allowed