Chapter 84: Unexpected Interruptions

Chapter 84: Unexpected Interruptions

Before Ethan finished speaking, he casually clicked the mouse to turn off the camera, leaving the meeting on the other end in confusion.

The 100-inch projection screen went black, leaving everyone bewildered. The marketing manager, who had been presenting, stammered and looked around at the confused faces of his colleagues.

Everyone around wore expressions of "Don't look at me, I'm as clueless as you are."

What did they just see?

When did the boss's wife join the group chat?

The boss who just spoke must have been an imposter!

The Chairman Harrison would never act so casually, especially during a meeting!

Even in a meeting where no one could see them, they were being fed dog food from afar. Why must they be subjected to such a cruel reminder of their own diligent efforts?

"Forget it, I'm done," someone mumbled, hiding behind their documents, pretending nothing happened.

On the other side, Emily couldn't pretend nothing had happened. She froze for a couple of seconds, her eyes wide with shock, then quickly covered her face with her hand, hoping that if she covered her face fast enough, the camera wouldn't see her!

Ethan, however, had no intention of letting her go. His grip tightened around her waist, and Emily, with her face hidden, looked at him with a mix of panic and embarrassment.

"Let me go!" she protested, though Ethan was still smiling.

He had the audacity to laugh in front of so many employees while keeping his wife clinging to his waist. Was he proud of this?

Emily, with her face covered, felt her ears burning with heat. She was about to yell at Ethan when he leaned in and whispered in her ear, "The mic is still on."

Emily: "…"

She glared at him, fuming.

Ethan pressed a button on his Bluetooth earpiece, still keeping his gaze on Emily, with a smirk on his lips. "Manager Zhang, please continue."

Emily: "…"

Frustrated, Emily turned away from the screen, pressing her body against Ethan's chest, hiding her face there. If he didn't want her to leave, fine. At least she wouldn't be the one facing the employees tomorrow.

But she forgot how shameless Ethan could be. He carried on with the meeting, appearing perfectly composed, while under the table, his hand was busy with covert activities.

In the warm study, with the fireplace crackling, Emily wore only a thin silk nightgown. The gown had inched up, and Ethan's restless hand was deliberately teasing her sensitive nerves…

Emily bit her lip to stifle any sound, gripping Ethan's shoulders so tightly her knuckles turned white. She glared at him with a mix of shame and anger, then bit his shoulder in retaliation.

Ethan tensed for a moment but quickly returned to his usual demeanor. He continued speaking to the screen with perfect clarity, though his hand under the table intensified its ministrations.

Emily bit his shoulder, a low whimper escaping her lips as she broke out in a light sweat. The scent of fir on him filled her senses, subtly intoxicating and paralyzing…

She looked up at Ethan with hazy eyes, her lips tightly clenched.

Ethan's face remained impassive, but his lips were drawn taut. His eyes, while focused on the report, were dark with desire when they met hers. The contrast was both striking and alluring.

The usually imposing Chairman Harrison now seemed almost sacrilegious in his current state, with Emily clutching him desperately, her face buried in his chest.

The thought of how many people were watching on the other side of the screen only increased her anxiety and embarrassment. The shame was overwhelming.

Emily realized she might have been influenced by Ethan's bad habits. Why did feeling so embarrassed also feel so exhilarating?

Sigh.

At times, Emily had to admit that Ethan was truly exceptional. When he made an effort to please her, she felt a rush of joy, as if she were floating in the clouds…

After what felt like an eternity, Ethan spoke again, his voice hoarse, "Let's end the meeting here for today."

He pulled out a few tissues and gently wiped his hand. Afterward, he patted Emily on the back.

She trembled slightly, still buried in his chest. Her entire body was warm, with her hair and neck emitting a faint, sweet scent, like a tempting little pudding.

Ethan's throat rumbled deeply. He placed the unused tissues beside her leg and asked, "So, what do you want to do? Should I carry you to the bathroom?"

After a couple of seconds, Emily slowly lifted her head. Her face, neck, and eyelids were flushed with a soft pink, but her eyes were blazing with embarrassment.

"You're too much!" she scolded, pinching his slim waist, then glancing at the now blacked-out computer screen with unease. "So many people were watching. Are you crazy?"

Ethan didn't flinch, allowing her to pinch and hit him. After a while, he took her hand and kissed it.

"I already turned off the camera."

In fact, he could have turned off the video even before she tilted her head for a kiss. But strangely, whenever his little wife clung to him and acted sweet, he wanted the whole world to see.

"You're so annoying!" Emily scolded, "Even if the camera was off, the mic was still on…"

She licked her lips, revealing faint bite marks from her earlier struggle to hold back.

Ethan noticed the marks and chuckled softly, his breath warm against her face as he stroked her heated cheeks. "Didn't you like it?"

"You clearly enjoyed it," he answered himself with a mischievous grin, lowering his head to kiss her ear softly. "Darling, you're even more…"

His low voice, murmuring the last word, was swallowed by his warm breath.

Emily turned even redder, her mouth mumbling incoherent curses as she quickly tried to get off him.

But Ethan's strong arms caught her wrists and pulled her back onto the table. He stood up, looming over her with a commanding presence.

She had enjoyed the moment, but he was still holding back.

As his belt made a soft click, his phone on the fireplace began to buzz.

Emily, relieved, hurried off the table to answer the call. She saw the caller ID and froze for a moment before showing the phone to Ethan.

Ethan: "......"

He had lost count of how many times this happened. Each time, just when his pants were off, the phone rang!

He answered the call with a neutral expression.

"Grandpa."

In the quiet study, Old Mr. Harrison's voice boomed even without speakerphone. Emily could clearly hear his words.

"I heard Emily recently went to the Chinese medicine clinic—Chen Lao's clinic!"

Emily's face changed color, her heart sinking.

Her mind raced with terrible possibilities:

Had she forgotten that Grandpa was acquainted with the old Chinese doctor?

Did he find out?

Was the Harrison Family aware?

Was this call from Grandpa meant to demand a divorce from Ethan…

…

Her thoughts were interrupted by the phone call.

"What's she doing there?" Old Mr. Harrison's tone was mixed with concern, suspicion, and hope.

"She's having some issues with her stomach and went for treatment," Ethan said calmly.

Old Mr. Harrison seemed disappointed. "Oh, I see."

"I thought… well, it's been a while. Has she…"

"No," Ethan interrupted firmly, taking over the conversation. "Grandpa, I've thought about it."

"We're not considering having children right now."

The old man was momentarily stunned, then burst out, "Why are we not considering it again? Didn't we already start trying?"

Ethan glanced at Emily, who was pressing her lips together, and lowered the phone's volume.

"There's a lot going on at the company lately, as you know. Let's wait until things settle down. The doctor also said that too much stress isn't good for the baby."