His assistant was thrilled: "President Hawthorne, you’re awake."
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Elias Hawthorne just opened his mouth and realized his throat was dry and hoarse, the sound was as grating as sandpaper scraping over glass, unbearably harsh.
"Have some water first." The assistant hurriedly brought a cup of warm water, helping Elias sit up carefully, pressing the edge of the cup to his lips.
"I’ll do it myself." Elias raised his hand to take the cup.
He drank in haste, some water trickling down the corners of his lips. Before Elias could act, the assistant had already taken a handkerchief, helping him wipe the corners of his mouth, with unmistakable admiration in her eyes.
A man like Elias Hawthorne often needs just a single glance to make a woman fall for him, not to mention that the assistant had been keeping vigil all night with unblinking eyes.
Elias frowned: "Get out!"
The assistant’s eyes instantly reddened, she was unwilling to leave: "President, I..."
"Didn’t you hear me?" Elias’s face turned cold, he commanded, "Get out!"
Being born into a noble family and holding a high position, the aura around Elias was something an ordinary girl could hardly withstand.
Fear surged in her heart, and in her haste and confusion, she stumbled, accidentally falling onto Elias.
Elias, already in a state of weakness, was knocked back onto the bed, with the assistant ending up sprawled over his chest.
Raina North had just reached the door and saw this scene, raised her hand to knock on the door, raising her eyebrows, said: "Even if you’re all flames and feelings, remember to close the door, it’s broad daylight after all. Please mind the influence."
The assistant didn’t expect Anne North to return so quickly, feeling embarrassed and ashamed, she bounced up, covering her face, and ran out of the room like a whirlwind.
"Why the hurry? I just came back to get my phone, I’ll be leaving soon."
She picked up the phone left by the bedside and saw Elias glaring at her, expressed her apologies sincerely: "President Hawthorne, I’m sorry, I interrupted your good moment."
Elias’s handsome face darkened a bit: "Is that all you wanted to say to me?"
"Huh?" Raina was thoroughly puzzled: "Then... sorry, I interrupted your good moment. Don’t worry, I will catch up with that person for you."
After saying this, she was about to turn around but hadn’t taken a step before her wrist was grabbed.
Raina turned her head to see Elias looking at her with a displeased expression.
Raina couldn’t help but sigh, apologizing in a gentle tone: "I really didn’t do it on purpose, just dropped my phone accidentally when checking on you earlier. Alright, alright, alright, I admit my mistake, I should’ve waited outside for a while and spoken up after you finished. It’s my fault, I promise, next time I won’t disrupt your good moment again."
"Raina!" Elias gritted his teeth, his voice filled with anger: "Is this all you want to say to me?"
"Otherwise?" Raina saw Elias was on the verge of rage, feeling particularly helpless: "I swear, I really didn’t mean it."
Sincerely, she almost raised her hand to swear.
A laughter born out of exasperation.
This woman could truly anger a saint to death.
Elias suddenly exerted force, pulling Raina onto the bed, then swiftly rolled over, pinning Raina onto the bed.
His solid body pressed firmly against her, his arm supported on one side of the large bed, fingers threading through her jet-black hair, he leaned down closer to her.
Raina’s heart skipped a beat, she frowned: "Elias Hawthorne, what’s gotten into you? Get off me!"