Xi Corporation's Headquarters, 15:55;
Rong Xinghe blinked at the man, her chest tightening at the finality etched in his voice, at the certainty that clashed with the chaos inside her.
Wait—did he actually… like being bossed around by her?
Well, whatever.
What mattered was the relief that flickered through her chest—he wasn't offended, not after everything she'd done in his workplace today.
Closing her eyes, she let herself sink into his embrace, allowing him that unspoken permission to hold her, to breathe in the fragrance of her hair, to press a reverent kiss to the crown of her head.
And for a fleeting moment, it was as if her body, her thoughts, her very heart had stopped being her own, as if all of her surrendered quietly to the sanctuary of him.
