48: Chapter 49 Playing for Real (2)
48: Chapter 49 Playing for Real (2)
The strands of hair beneath his finger possessed a smooth touch.
Inhaling that tempting scent, he couldn’t help but lower his face closer to her neck.
After a while, not feeling his movement, Gan Yuan voiced her impatience.
“Hey, are you done yet?”
The man reined in his amorous thoughts, unraveled the last two strands of her hair from her glasses leg, and reached to pinch the hair clip that held her hair up.
The sound of the hair clip releasing was faint.
She turned her head in confusion, her long hair slipping out, cascading down like a black waterfall.
In the morning light streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, her ink-black hair scattered, casting faint blue halos; the smooth strands brushed past his fingers, even grazing his cheek.
“What are you doing?” she frowned in annoyance.
He twirled a strand of her hair around his finger and gently caressed it with the pad of his thumb.
“Next time you see me, don’t tie up your hair.”
Gan Yuan laughed aloud, reaching to pull her hair away from his hand.
“And who do you think you are?”
Huangfu Jue straightened up, looking down at the disdainful expression on Gan Yuan’s face, his baritone voice like music echoing in the night, deep and striking straight to the heart.
“A man who will make you fall so deeply in love you can’t extricate yourself.”
Gan Yuan opened her mouth, stunned for a couple of seconds before bursting into laughter.
At first, it was a soft giggle, but gradually the laughter grew until she was shaking all over with mirth, as if she had heard the world’s funniest joke.
After a while, she finally caught her breath and stood up straight again, suppressing her laughter.
“I won’t disturb your self-love any longer, take care,” she said, and turned on her heel.
She strode through the luxury living room, flung the French doors wide open, and walked out of his room without looking back.
The door closed firmly, separating them into two different worlds.
Walking to the elevator, Gan Yuan eventually lifted her right hand to remove her glasses, wiping away the tears twinkling at the corners of her eyes.
“Huangfu Jue, you’re the most narcissistic person I’ve ever met!”
Putting her glasses back on, she gathered her hair on top of her head, took a hair tie out of her pocket to secure it, and her face regained its usual unflappable expression.
The elevator stopped at the fifth floor, and Gan Yuan walked to her office.
As she entered, she saw Qiao Liang leaning on her desk, his long legs crossed languidly, the light tapping of his fingers betraying an impatience contrary to the casualness he displayed.
“Littleyuan, you’re back.”
Seeing her, he immediately greeted her with a smile.
Gan Yuan walked over smiling and nodded toward the coat rack.
“You’re here for your jacket, right?
Her tone was neutral, perfectly detached.
Qiao Liang turned around, watching her tidy up the desk, “Littleyuan, that guy…
didn’t he give you any trouble?”
“That’s good,” Qiao Liang coughed lightly, “Actually, about the jacket thing earlier…”
Gan Yuan grabbed the keys on the desk, “I know you were helping me, thanks.”
She stood up, took his coat from the rack, and extended it towards him.
“Such an expensive coat shouldn’t be carelessly left behind.”
Taking the coat and draping it over his arm, Qiao Liang stood up straight with a roguish smile.
“Littleyuan, how about we turn this pretend act into something real?
Gan Yuan chuckled, “For the sake of our restaurant’s business, let’s not.
I don’t want your female patrons chasing me with knives and forks.”