CHAPTER 52: CHAPTER 52: THE AURA OF A MARRIED MAN

Mr. Chapman hurriedly expressed his gratitude, "Thank you, President Sinclair. I will hand over all the collaboration documents to Special Assistant Tate after the meeting."

"Mm. Let’s continue the meeting."

In the quiet conference room, only the sound of typing remained, but everyone understood one thing in their hearts.

The rumored Mrs. Sinclair, whom no one had ever met, held an exceptional place in President Sinclair’s heart, perhaps even more than the entire Sinclair Group.

After the meeting, Cole Tanner followed behind Blake Sinclair to report the afternoon schedule.

"Cancel all appointments after 5 PM."

"But you have a transnational online meeting at 5:30 PM, it’s the annual report from the overseas branch."

Blake Sinclair glanced at the time and calculated the time difference, "Move the online meeting to noon."

Cole Tanner: "... Yes."

After entering the office, Blake Sinclair looked back at Cole Tanner, who seemed hesitant to speak, "Just say it."

Cole hurriedly shook his head, "Nothing."

Blake Sinclair gave him a faint glance, "After you return from Zenthia, your year-end bonus will be tripled."

He continued, "That motorcycle you were eyeing last time has been shipped from Brelond."

Cole’s eyes widened: "!!!"

He is a loyal motorcycle enthusiast. Last week, he merely glanced at a model on the computer, and President Sinclair just happened to notice. He hadn’t even said anything, yet it was remembered in just a few seconds!

That bike first launched in Brelond, and he was planning to see if he could get on a waiting list. Little did he expect President Sinclair to arrange it for him directly!

This job, he was determined to keep!

This Zenthia trip, he was definitely going!

He’s definitely going to Zenthia!

"Thank you, President Sinclair. Please have a good rest. I’ll prepare for the online meeting."

Cole Tanner couldn’t hide his joy.

"Wait." Blake Sinclair stopped him, "I’ll send you a list, buy everything on it for me."

"Okay."

After seeing the list on his phone, Cole hesitantly looked up, "President Sinclair, are you sure about these items?"

Blake Sinclair glanced at him, "Any problem?"

"No, no, I’ll take care of it immediately."

Four hours of online meetings finally ended.

The cup of black coffee was already empty, and Blake Sinclair rubbed his temples.

"What time is it?"

Cole Tanner checked the time, "Five minutes past five."

Blake Sinclair opened his eyes, instantly regaining clarity, "Where did you put the things I asked you to buy?"

"All in the car trunk."

"Mm."

Blake Sinclair acknowledged, put on his coat, and walked out, "Follow up on the subsequent matters, leave me a message if anything comes up."

Cole Tanner, watching him leave in a hurry, couldn’t help but ask, "President Sinclair, are you leaving so early?"

Blake Sinclair paused, looked back at him, and Cole inexplicably sensed a hint of disdain.

"Special Assistant Tate, you should probably find yourself a girlfriend when you have the time."

He spoke leisurely, with a slight arrogance of a ’married man’ in his tone.

Cole Tanner: "....."

He took a deep breath.

He restrained himself; he’s a patient man!

For the motorcycle...

The evening was setting in.

The Maybach slowly stopped at the entrance of Lunar Lotus Studio.

Blake Sinclair took out his phone and sent a message.

A moment later, the white silhouette he yearned for appeared, followed by a little tagalong behind.

Blake Sinclair got out of the car, took the bag from her hand, and naturally stood by her side.

Just a moment ago, Celia Stiles, who had been loudly demanding to see Blake Sinclair’s attitude in the shop, suddenly fell silent, standing quietly across from the couple, enduring the gaze of four pairs of eyes.

Celia looked at the two standing in front of her, and when her eyes met Blake Sinclair’s seemingly gentle gaze, her face instantly turned red.

She had volunteered to come and "evaluate" on behalf of her senior, but when she truly faced him, she realized her confidence was nowhere near enough.

"Se... senior, I’ll leave first. Go... goodbye. Brother-in-law... goodbye."

Celia stammered, and before they could respond, she quickly flagged down a taxi and hurriedly jumped into the back seat.

Before closing the door, she glanced back, just in time to meet Blake Sinclair’s amused gaze, and hurriedly retracted in fright.

"Your junior isn’t quite as you described." Blake Sinclair withdrew his gaze and looked at Holly Crowe with a smile.

"She was probably intimidated by your aura."

"Aura?" He chuckled lightly, "Could it be the aura of a married man?"

This chuckle lightly tickled Holly Crowe’s heart.

Blake Sinclair turned and opened the passenger door, his smile barely contained, "Please get in, Mrs. Sinclair."

The Maybach drove along the familiar road.

Watching the familiar scenery outside the window, getting closer to Glynmere, Holly’s heart beat faster and faster.

Until the car steadily parked downstairs, watching Blake Sinclair unbuckle his seatbelt, the sense of disbelief in her heart finally faded back.

Blake Sinclair opened the trunk and pulled out a suitcase. As she watched him take out more and more luggage, Holly felt a squeeze in her heart.

Starting today, she would be living with Blake Sinclair.

"Do... do you need help?"

Blake Sinclair glanced at her, lingering on her flushed earlobes for a moment.

He took out a few shopping bags from the trunk, weighed them, and handed one to her, "Then trouble you, my dear, to carry this bag for me."

"Oh, okay." Holly stepped forward and took the plastic bag from his hand.

It wasn’t heavy.

A very ordinary grocery bag.

Once inside, she finally realized what was in those bags.

Blake Sinclair placed the suitcase in the living room and began unpacking the bags one by one.

He calmly placed the brown slippers next to her pink ones, then put the toiletries on the bathroom shelf, and finally opened the suitcase to place his clothes in the closet.

Watching as he systematically arranged everything, Holly felt like witnessing some sort of animal quietly marking its territory, embedding traces of himself into her life, bit by bit, in a manner that was non-negotiable.

Almost like a silent declaration.

Once everything was sorted, Blake Sinclair opened another bag and pulled out two mugs of the same design but different colors.

"I heard using matching items between couples gives a greater sense of belonging."

He nudged the mugs toward her, somewhat tentatively, "I’m not sure if you’d like it. If you’re not comfortable with it, I’ll put them away for now."

His voice was deep, as Holly looked at the mugs and then at him, she nodded and shook her head.

"Want me to help you put them away?" Blake’s eyes lit up, his tone carrying an almost imperceptible excitement, deliberately reined in.

"Mm." Holly responded, taking the mugs.

"Kitchen or study?"

This question wasn’t important in itself; what mattered was him following closely behind, his chest almost touching her back.

"Ki... Kitchen, I think."

"Alright." His voice carried a hint of laughter.

Once everything was in its place, Holly took a wide look around the house.

Toothbrushes placed side by side, slippers, matching mugs in the cupboards, and men’s shirts suddenly appearing in the wardrobe...

The once-familiar small apartment now felt strange, carrying the unmistakable presence of Blake Sinclair, traces of him everywhere.

Despite the oddity, she didn’t feel resistant. Instead, there was a stronger sense of domestic life.

She was lost in her thoughts when she felt Blake Sinclair’s hand cover her own, gently wrapping it.

Holly lowered her head to look at their clasped hands, then lifted her gaze to look at him.

They were standing so close now, his soft breath brushing gently against her forehead.

Blake Sinclair’s eyes, always striking, now seemed to hold an enchanting power, transformed into a honey-laden vortex, drawing her in involuntarily.

The air grew warmer.

Their distance continued to shrink as his hand circled her waist. Holly’s breathing became more cautious, and she swallowed unconsciously.

She noticed Blake Sinclair’s gaze linger on her lips, heavy with a restrained longing.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Blake Sinclair closed his eyes, resting his chin on her shoulder, taking a deep breath, a flash of frustration in his eyes before quickly returning to normal.

He raised his hand to run it through her hair, "I’ll get the door..."

But as he turned, a hand pulled at him from behind.

Holly tugged at his sleeve, "I’ll get it."

Despite his confusion, Blake Sinclair still smiled in agreement, "Alright."