An Unexpected Encounter

When uncertain, Rachel Foster would curl up in bed, wrapping herself tightly in the blanket, seeking security.

After a while, she finally emerged from the bed, her face slightly flushed. How did she end up here? This wasn't home; what if he suddenly returned?

She picked up the cold water bottle from the table, poured herself a glass, and drank it, calming her uneasy heart a little.

Not knowing when he would return, she idly looked around the room. It was indeed very spacious, with luxury evident in every detail. A bouquet of white lilies adorned the low cabinet, her favorite flowers, though she wasn't sure if it was just the hotel's decor.

Rachel stared absentmindedly at the lilies, not even noticing someone had entered until a tall figure appeared in her peripheral vision.

He stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe, scrutinizing her intensely.

Rachel was startled, nearly dropping the cup from her fingers. Her face turned pale. "You..."

"Do I look like a ghost?" he teased with a smile, striding towards her.

"Not at all," she responded awkwardly, setting the cup on the cabinet. The room was so big, and the door was behind the entrance; she hadn't noticed him come in. "Didn't you say you'd be back later tonight?"

He was already in front of her, his demeanor gentle and handsome, and he stared deeply into her clear eyes.

She wasn't used to being looked at like this, especially when his gaze showed a flirtation. She slightly turned her head to escape his intense, enchanting eyes.

He chuckled, embracing her waist before naturally moving aside to take off his black coat. "Women always complain about men needing to socialize, but men actually hate it the most. Luckily, Mr. Grant covered for me, so I returned early."

Her heart always raced when facing him. To prevent him from noticing her nervousness, she casually remarked, "Don't you always have beautiful women accompanying you at social events?"

He laughed. "There are beauties, but whether they're wonderful is subjective."

His words amused her, easing her tension slightly.

He removed his suit, loosened his tie, and wore only a luxurious white shirt. The way he wore the sweater looked very good, and the design and quality of the shirt itself were tasteful, making him appear exceptionally dashing. In this relaxed state, he looked nothing like the cunning businessman he was in a suit. For some reason, this made her smile.

He noticed and asked, "What are you smiling about?"

"Nothing, just wondering if you're this easygoing with your employees."

He chuckled. "There's no such thing as an easygoing boss, but I know how to please my little assistant. I'm afraid if she sees me with a stern face, she'll make me bad coffee."

Rachel laughed again.

He looked at her, seemingly captivated by her smile, and a smile appeared on his lips. "Are you hungry?"

"Huh?" She was caught off guard.

He walked over to the bedside table and picked up the phone. "I'm hungry. I'll call room service for some food. Would you join me?"

Kingsly Scott stayed in the presidential suite, which included a small dining area where they shared their meal.

His manners were impeccable, and he ate almost silently. Rachel Foster kept her head down, barely tasting the food, her mind occupied with thoughts of what would come that night.

After they finished dining, Kingsly called the server to clear the table. Feeling restless, Rachel wandered over to the floor-to-ceiling window, captivated by the night view.

Once the server had finished, Kingsly approached her from behind, embracing her gently. "Do you like the view here?"

Rachel's body stiffened, her heart racing. "I... yes."

Kingsly leaned in, softly kissing her delicate neck, his voice muffled. "I like how you look in pajamas."

Her heart pounded even harder, her face flushed with embarrassment. "Don't misunderstand... I stayed at Silverstone all night, didn't bathe or rest, so I..."

"Do you love Jasper a lot?" he asked, turning her to face him.

Face to face, his hands wrapped around her slender waist. She looked into his dreamy eyes, her heart racing, body tense and unable to move, staring at him with wide, apprehensive eyes.

Her scent filled his breath, and the male desire it evoked made his eyes even more heated and hazy.

She looked at him uneasily, her mind blank.

"Are you afraid of me?" he asked her.

She heard her own nervous heartbeat softly replying, "Yes..."

"Am I that scary?"

She took a deep breath. "No, it's because I have to please you."

He chuckled. "You're honest."

She managed a small smile.

"A good girl like you deserves to be treated well," he said.

"Huh?"

He laughed again, taking her hand and leading her to the large bed in the room.

He had already brought her to the bed before she could figure out what he meant. Her heart raced, feeling like it might leap out of her chest.

He suddenly picked her up.

She let out a soft cry as her body was lifted, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck.

He gave a faint smile, gently laying her on the bed.

She immediately closed her eyes, trembling with nervousness, as the lights around them dimmed, her heart in her throat.

However, the expected touch didn't come. Instead, he pulled the covers over her.

She slowly opened her eyes, looking at him in confusion.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his face showing a gentle smile. "You probably haven't slept well these days. Get a good night's sleep here tonight." With that, he stood up.

She immediately reached out to grab him. "You..." She couldn't bring herself to say what was on her mind.

He chuckled, turned back, and gently laid her back on the bed, speaking softly. "I love my wife very much and won't be unfaithful to her. Being with Natalie Lewis was just for show... As for tonight, I invited you here just because you seemed very tired, and I wanted you to rest. I naturally care for women. Of course, don't worry, I'll still help you."

Atop the 88-story Titans Group building, a massive crystal chandelier cast a warm, amber glow over the 360-degree floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the night sky with twinkling stars. Kingsly Scott sat alone, slowly savoring a glass of red wine.

Leo Thompson entered, his voice echoing in the vast space. "I never would have thought that the same Mr. Scott, who's been in the limelight with Natalie Lewis, would be here drinking alone."

Kingsly didn't glance at his friend, but his handsome face was calm and composed.

Leo sat down beside Kingsly, pouring himself a glass of wine. "Sorry to intrude on your solitary drinking. I was passing by your building and heard from security that you were here, so I thought I'd check in on you."

Kingsly still said nothing, setting down his glass and walking to the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city.

From the transparent windows, the city beneath had lost its starlight. The vast night now only held flickering neon lights, with cars appearing as tiny as boxes, leaving light trails like fire arcs.

Looking down from such a height felt like a sovereign gazing down upon the masses.

"Leo," Kingsly called, hands in his pockets.

"Hmm?" Leo swirled his wine, joining him.

"If someone pushed you from such a height, what would you do?"

Leo paused. "Why the sudden question?"

"Would you push them off after rising from the dead?"

Leo was puzzled. "What are you trying to say? That sounds rather chilling."

Kingsly withdrew his gaze from the distant night sky, turning to Leo. "Nothing, just not used to being alone without Luna."

Leo sniffed the aroma of his wine, smirking. "Don't act lonely in front of a bachelor like me. Everyone knows the charming Mr. Scott can charm a lover at home and women outside—something even I envy."

Kingsly chuckled, his gaze returning to the distant horizon.

Leo took a sip of wine and looked at the night sky. "On a serious note... Silverstone Holdings is just an insignificant real estate group in the city. Why did you suddenly go after them?"

Kingsly didn't answer, returning to his seat and sipping his wine.

Leo gave him a sidelong glance. "You're not short on money, so it must be for a woman... I've heard Rachel Foster from Silverstone has approached you several times about her boyfriend, and someone saw you at the Yilin Club chatting with her. Did you fancy her and set this up on purpose?"

Kingsly continued drinking, a faint smile on his lips.

Leo grinned slyly. "I've met Rachel Foster a few times. She's not like those heavily made-up girls; she looks pure and innocent, quite memorable, but her personality is sharp and capable, seemingly brilliant."

Kingsly remained silent, but the light in his eyes grew darker.