CHAPTER 93: CHAPTER 93: MULTIPLE CHOICE QUESTION

On the hotel floor, there were dozens of rooms.

Poppy Hale initially didn’t think much of it. Perhaps Declan Hawthorne was also staying on this floor.

Swiping the card, she opened her room.

As she was about to close the door, a man’s hand pressed against it, creating a slight gap.

With distinct knuckles, his hand held the door without applying force.

Through the gap, he looked down at Poppy Hale.

After blocking him, she encountered him again on a business trip. They hadn’t met for days.

He was very busy.

Often, from Morgan Sloan, he could catch a few words about Poppy Hale’s movements at the company.

It was nothing more than a routine.

Cafeteria, meeting room, workstation.

She never thought to contact him.

No phone calls, no texts, not even internal company messages.

It seemed as if unless he sought her out, she would never actively reach out to him in her lifetime.

Seeing her again, he saw her chatting and laughing.

With another unfamiliar man.

While they chatted, they completely ignored Declan Hawthorne beside them.

Not even a greeting, just turned and left.

What a heartless, cold-blooded woman.

Florence was the same.

He had clearly added his number to her watch, yet she never contacted him.

Perhaps she had already forgotten about this uncle of hers.

Was she planning to play new daddy games with other men these days?

Declan Hawthorne thought, his gaze becoming more intense when looking at the woman before him.

"Not letting me in? Who do you plan to let in? That man just now?"

Poppy Hale was taken aback.

What was he talking about?

Was he referring to Troy Turner just now?

Isn’t he a colleague from the same company, all his subordinates?

If it weren’t for this encounter, Poppy would have almost forgotten about him.

Declan Hawthorne’s hand lightly pressed against the door, and when Poppy Hale went to close it, it pinched his hand.

The man grunted softly.

Poppy Hale quickly opened the door.

It hadn’t been closed tightly; she had just given it a pull.

Who would have thought he wouldn’t even dodge?

Taking advantage of the open door, Declan Hawthorne took a long stride into the room.

The door remained ajar, the alarm went off with a beeping sound.

Declan Hawthorne closed the door behind him.

Poppy Hale grabbed his hand, which had a red mark from the door, though the skin wasn’t broken, it would probably swell later.

It didn’t seem like a big deal.

She didn’t want her boss getting hurt at her room’s threshold.

Declan Hawthorne watched her actions, lowering his gaze, "Are you worried about me?"

Poppy Hale looked up.

On her face was astonishment, yet when she was puzzled and slightly frowned, she looked particularly adorable.

He leaned down, wrapped his arm around her waist, turning her and pinning her against the door.

The kiss came down uninvited, and her hands trying to resist were held in his, leaving no room to retreat.

The hotel was very quiet.

All sounds were amplified infinitely.

Soft breaths, clashing lips and teeth, interwoven breaths.

Poppy Hale wanted to push him away, raising her foot to kick, but he noticed.

With his hand gripping her waist, he easily lifted her slightly, leaving Poppy’s foot dangling, her weight entirely on him.

His kiss was intense.

Poppy Hale only felt her hands and feet go weak, the strength drained from her body.

At some point, her shirt had been undone.

His hand paused on the clasp of her lingerie.

Poppy Hale wore a front-clasping bra today, the clasp opened from the front.

A cool breeze hit her chest, and instinctively Poppy grasped Declan Hawthorne’s mischievous hand, resisting his actions.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door behind her.

With her body pressed against the door, the sounds outside were remarkably clear.

Troy Turner’s voice came through.

"I forgot to get your contact information earlier, Poppy, are you inside?"

Poppy Hale was beautiful, quiet, and had a good personality.

It was hard for any man not to be moved.

The number of male colleagues who had secretly discussed her wasn’t small, but unfortunately, Poppy Hale handled things strictly and didn’t socialize much.

This time running into her, Troy thought maybe he could at least add her on WeChat.

Inside, Poppy Hale’s heart leapt into her throat.

Declan Hawthorne gently bit her lip, whispering, "Are you very familiar?"

Poppy, is he even allowed to call her that?

Poppy Hale shook her head.

Praying silently that Troy would think there was no one inside and leave quickly.

Yet Troy stood his ground, even starting to mutter to himself at the door.

"Poppy? Are you there?"

"Back when we were in the same department, I really liked you. Can we be friends?"

With each sentence he uttered.

Poppy Hale felt the man pressing against her grow more aggressive.

Like he wanted to devour her.

Declan Hawthorne placed his hand on the door handle.

Poppy Hale grew anxious, glaring at him.

If he opened the door now, her disheveled appearance and dazed look from being kissed would be seen.

Much less, the person inside her room was Declan Hawthorne.

How would others think of this?

Poppy Hale pleaded softly, "President Hawthorne..."

Declan Hawthorne said nothing, his gaze hovering over Poppy Hale’s chest.

His fiery gaze spoke volumes.

Open those metal clasps, or open the door, choose one.

Her face blushed deep red.

Turning her head, biting her lip, closing her eyes, she consented to Declan Hawthorne’s actions.

His hand moved away from the handle.

The door handle was a bit cold, and holding it left his palm cool too.

A slight chill spread across her skin, making her shiver.

But it quickly warmed.

The lips pressing against hers wandered away, the sound of swallowing made Poppy Hale blush furiously.

Was he a dog?

Finally, the person outside left.

Still mumbling, "Have they gone out?"

The person left.

Poppy Hale pushed Declan Hawthorne away.

Propping himself against the door, the man seemed slightly displeased at being interrupted.

Poppy Hale bit her lip.

Raised her hand to slap him.

But her palm stopped mid-air.

She held back.

This damned man was still her boss; she couldn’t afford to lose this job.

Her hand was caught by Declan Hawthorne.

With her hand in his, his warm palm pressed against his face, his gaze full of tenderness as he looked at Poppy Hale.

The warmth inside seemed to want to melt Poppy Hale.

Poppy Hale forced herself to stay calm.

"When are you leaving? You have a room, right?"

"Add me back, and I’ll leave."

He followed her into the room just for this?

Poppy Hale replied indifferently, "Alright, just leave quickly."

The hotel was under the Hawthorne Group.

There were many employees from other branches.

If anyone saw Declan Hawthorne leaving her room, it would be over.

He could have found her on the company app for such matters.

Did he have to come in person?

Poppy Hale grumbled internally, being a boss afforded him such leisure.

Unlike them, just employees.

Declan Hawthorne leisurely helped her put her clothes back on.

He took her phone out of her pocket, and handed it to her.

"Now."

Under his watchful gaze.

Poppy Hale had no choice but to open her phone, taking Declan Hawthorne off the block list.

The message screen still displayed where she had called him a shameless rogue.

Declan Hawthorne pinched her chin, leaning in close.

"Sent a message and blocked me, were you afraid I’d cause you trouble?"

Poppy Hale nodded.

"Afraid, afraid you’d fire me."

Declan Hawthorne let out a cold laugh.

Fire her?

He saw clearly, that wasn’t what she feared.

She feared him knocking on her door again, like now, cutting off all escape routes.

Exerting a little force with his fingers, Declan Hawthorne’s breath fell by her ear.

"Little liar."