With no other option, she could only open the car door and get in: "President Hawthorne, feel free to say anything you need."
Elias Hawthorne didn’t speak. His gaze fell on Raina North’s delicate, fair face, then down to her soft, moist red lips. That alluring appearance seemed to silently invite him to taste.
Afterwards, his gaze continued downwards to her slender and refined neck, her delicate collarbone, and those full and soft...
He scrutinized her inch by inch, with a sense of probing and a man’s inherent possessiveness.
The whole of last night, in his dreams, he had been tending to unfinished business with this woman from the day before.
Elias Hawthorne knew he should stop here, although this woman was his wife in name only.
In reality, she had married in under his sister’s identity. He had yet to figure out her true purpose or intentions.
Before figuring it out, he should maintain a distance.
Yet he lost control, pushing aside a very important meeting for him, running eagerly to The Veridian Institute of Medicine to meet this woman.
Elias Hawthorne couldn’t help but recall the beauty of pressing her beneath him, and his blood stirred with heat again, his heart full of restlessness.
The man’s gaze was too presumptuous for Raina North to ignore, that predatorily intense stare made her feel uneasy all over.
Raina North furrowed her brows, her pretty face covered with frost, and she said coldly: "President Hawthorne, being born into The Hawthorne Family, leading the vast Hawthorne Group, your identity is noble and you are admired by everyone. Shouldn’t such a great figure of your stature be virtuous and respectable? Yet now, being so presumptuous with me, doesn’t it undermine your standing?"
Elias Hawthorne wanted to say that one’s status doesn’t always need to be so rigidly observed.
However, seeing Raina North’s full defenses, he felt there was no need to push too hard, and he slowly retracted his gaze: "What would you like for dinner? Southgate has a private kitchen, shall we try it?"
Without hesitation, Raina North declined: "No need, I don’t think I’m acquainted enough with President Hawthorne to dine alone together, moreover, it’s better to maintain some distance given our relationship."
This woman rejected him.
Elias Hawthorne was very surprised. He didn’t believe Raina North married into the Hawthorne Family without ulterior motives, but no matter what those motives were, getting close to him was the easiest shortcut, wasn’t it?
This was the best explanation he could find.
Unfortunately, matters between men and women have never been solely dictated by the woman.
Elias Hawthorne slightly raised his eyebrows: "Given our relationship, just what is our relationship?"
"Of course it’s..." Raina North began, then suddenly paused.
"Go on, why did you stop?" Elias Hawthorne suddenly leaned towards her, his warm breath brushing her face, and said lightly, "Or are you waiting for me to remind you—we’re not strangers, we’re husband and wife. Not only is having dinner together appropriate, but even sharing a bed is only natural, wouldn’t you agree?"
Raina North saw mockery in Elias Hawthorne’s eyes, the kind unique to high-ranking men towards women who cannot resist.
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Raina North’s heart ignited with anger, yet she began to smile, her eyes not faltering as she stared straight at Elias Hawthorne: "It seems President Hawthorne has truly forgotten. My sister is currently at The Hawthorne Family’s estate waiting for you to return. While you and I are only a mistake needing correction."
"So, what you mean is to divorce me?"