After a moment, Ethan Grant stopped patting her head. He lowered his hand and turned to his side. "If you really don't want to deal with those scoundrels, I can have Audrey Osborne fill in for you."
"No, no, no! Don't give Audrey any more work!"
Shirley Thorne did her best to ignore the lingering warmth on her head. Blinking, she said, "That was actually very comforting. I think I can handle it!"
"Mm."
Ethan Grant replied lightly, his voice as low, husky, and magnetic as ever.
'Aaaah!'
'I'm done for!'
'Why does the great billionaire just have to say "mm" for me to start screeching like a fangirl? Could this be... love?'
Shirley Thorne collapsed onto the sofa, feeling like she was burning up.
Ethan Grant sat on the other end of the sofa, aware only of the quiet air. There were no raucous phone calls, no bitter plotting—just the soothing sound of the person beside him breathing.
He couldn't help but close his eyes to savor the moment, and then...
He fell asleep.
