The night was deep when Landon Brooke finished his washing up and was ready to rest, Tiana Williams was sitting on the bed with her legs crossed, a file open in front of her and a pen in her hand, busy at work.
Tiana was so engrossed in her work that she didn't notice when he approached until a large hand took the file from her grip, closing it…
Only then did she realize and look beside her in a daze.
The man took the pen from her hand without hurry, along with the file, and placed them on the bedside table.
"It's late, you should rest now, the work is never done, you can continue tomorrow," he said, his low voice accompanied by a hint of softness, quietly passing by her ear, a refreshing fragrance wafting in, and as he leaned in, the cool, handsome face was so close that Tiana stiffened for a second, her hands uncontrollably wrapping around him, pressing against his chest as she spoke in a low voice—
