CHAPTER 96: CHAPTER 96: KISS ME

About how to proclaim sovereignty, last night before bed, Holly asked Blake Sinclair.

He had a mysterious look on his face at the time and only said, "No rush, wait for my signal."

Signal?

Are they some kind of Smith spy couple? Is that necessary?

At Lunar Lotus Studio, Celia watched Holly, who had been holding her phone since the morning, and couldn’t help but walk over.

"Senior, are you waiting for some important news?"

"No."

Celia sat across from her, "It’s almost noon, and you’ve been looking at your phone since morning. I think your soul is about to be sucked into it."

Busted, Holly confessed to what happened at the auction yesterday under her sincere gaze.

But after listening, Celia focused not on the high-society secrets, but was surprised: "So, Senior, you still haven’t asked President Sinclair about that First Love and Yarrow pattern?"

Feeling guilty, Holly touched her nose.

Celia had a look of exasperation, "My dear Senior, are you really not planning to ask, and instead just silently imagine things and get jealous?"

Holly quickly retorted, "Who’s jealous? I’m not. I just think... it’s all in the past, no need to ask."

Celia pressed on, "Still in denial?"

Holly insisted but lacked confidence, "I’m not."

Celia, with a piercing tone, said, "You are jealous, you like President Sinclair!"

This time Holly’s refusal was louder, "I’m not, I’m not!"

Celia pointed at her, her voice even louder, "Look, look! Senior, when you’re guilty, you touch your nose! I know you too well!"

Holly quickly hid her hand behind her back, raising her voice to cover her guilt: "I’m not, you misunderstood, my nose just itches."

The two exchanged words back and forth, turning it into a contest of who could yell louder.

Amidst the heated atmosphere, Holly’s phone chimed with a message alert.

She picked up the phone and saw it was a message from Blake Sinclair.

[Can you help me bring the document folder on the study desk to the office?]

Holly immediately understood that this was his signal.

She quickly replied, [Sure, I’ll bring it over now.]

Blake Sinclair: [Thank you, Mrs.]

There was even a cute heart gesture bunny emoji that followed.

Looking at that bunny emoji, Holly couldn’t help but smile, but just then, a small mirror was suddenly handed in front of her.

Celia handed her a small round mirror, her tone definitive: "Senior, here’s the evidence! Look at yourself in the mirror, see how happy you are? If this isn’t liking, what is? Was it a message from President Sinclair?"

Holly stared dumbfounded at her reflection in the mirror, the upturned corners of her eyes showing clear joy, and the curve at the corner of her mouth couldn’t be hidden.

Was she... really this happy just now?

Could Celia be right? Did she really....

No, no, not at all.

She pulled herself together, tossed the mirror back to her, "You saw wrong, I just naturally love to smile, it has nothing to do with Blake Sinclair."

Celia had a "I don’t believe you for a second" look, crossing her arms and watching her.

"Senior, you know? I haven’t seen you this happy in so long. Ever since you started being with President Sinclair, I’ve felt that you’re genuinely happy from the heart, and your whole state is gradually getting better."

With a serious tone, Celia continued, "Everyone says a good partner is the antidote to life’s pains and can ease half of your troubles. The last betrayal made you afraid to open your heart easily again, I totally understand. But..."

She earnestly looked into Holly’s eyes: "But, I really feel President Sinclair is different. Senior, you should listen to your heart, don’t let the past keep blocking the light in front of you."

Every word Celia said, Holly took to heart.

She couldn’t deny that the betrayal and trauma Zion Pence brought were still there, but she also couldn’t deny that those wounds were slowly being healed by Blake Sinclair’s gentleness and patience.

It was as if Holly could hear the sound of her blood and flesh being reshaped and growing wildly.

But, is she really ready?

Really ready to trust someone wholeheartedly again?

Holly didn’t know.

Celia watched her falling into thought and didn’t disturb her, silently moving to the side.

When she arrived at Sinclair Tower, Holly’s mind was still on what Celia said.

Until Cole Tanner’s voice calling "Mrs." brought her back to reality.

Holly was led by him into the elevator, and on the way to the meeting room, she received many curious and probing glances.

She thought the purpose of proclaiming sovereignty should be achieved, right?

At the meeting room door, she handed the documents to Special Assistant Tate, "These are the documents Blake Sinclair needed, it’s a hard task for you, Special Assistant Tate, to give them to Blake Sinclair."

Cole Tanner took them, "Okay. President Sinclair specifically instructed to show you around the company, I’ve arranged someone to do that."

Holly: "...."

Does she want this?

She gritted her teeth and nodded, "Alright, thank you for your hard work."

Cole Tanner called a female colleague from the secretary department to accompany them, and finally, as if afraid she might misunderstand, he didn’t forget to add in front of everyone, "Mrs. don’t worry, the secretary department staff are all married and have happy families."

As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding gazes became even more lively.

Holly Crowe: "...."

Does she really look like she wants to know?

Could it be that Blake Sinclair really took her words yesterday about checking in to heart?

No! She actually doesn’t want to know about other people’s marital status at all.

Holly Crowe was forced to take a tour around Sinclair Tower, and at every spot, the female secretary would introduce her as "Mrs. Sinclair."

From the initial awkwardness and discomfort, Holly Crowe gradually became able to respond to those greeting her without blushing or her heart skipping, even adding a "Thank you all for your hard work."

The elevator door opened, they reached a new floor, and Holly Crowe was tired but reflexively smiled, just raising her eyes to see Blake Sinclair standing outside the door.

Holly Crowe glanced at the floor number; had they returned to the top floor?

Blake Sinclair stepped forward, holding her hand, "Tired from the tour? Come rest in my office for a while."

He led her back into the office, let her sit down, and poured her a glass of water, "Holly, you’ve worked hard."

Holly Crowe drank over half of the glass in one go, then heavily placed the cup on the table, crossing her arms to question him, "When did I ever say I wanted to tour Sinclair Tower?"

Blake Sinclair showed no sign of admitting he was wrong, leaned back beside her to sit down, "Didn’t Holly agree yesterday?"

Holly Crowe scooted to the edge of the sofa, opening up half an arm’s distance between them.

"When did I say that? I only agreed to come here to assert sovereignty. Haven’t I already delivered the documents to you?"

Blake Sinclair followed her, moving over, the chase was about to begin.

No matter how big the sofa, after a few rounds of chasing, Holly Crowe’s back was against the armrest, she had nowhere left to retreat.

In the next second, Blake Sinclair scooped her up with a large hand, pulling her into his arms.

"This is also part of asserting sovereignty, letting the entire company see you, know you."

"You..."

Holly Crowe knew she was at a loss, had nothing to say.

Blake Sinclair looked at her puffed-up face, smiled indulgently, propped one hand on the outside of the sofa to protect her, "Holly, I really want to kiss you now."

Earlier, he’d watched her through surveillance in his territory, respected and recognized by everyone, his sense of satisfaction continually growing.

Holly Crowe: "....Um?"

She almost wondered if she’d lost her memory, otherwise, how could Blake Sinclair’s topics jump so quickly?

Holly Crowe turned her head, a sign of refusal.

But Blake Sinclair wouldn’t give up, pursuing her with a kiss, a light peck landed on her lip corner.

Holly Crowe shrank back, he leaned in closer.

Finally, her upper body was suspended in mid-air, Blake Sinclair kneeled on the sofa, holding her waist.

Holly Crowe’s hands supported herself on the back of the sofa, watching the rapidly approaching figure, her heartbeat involuntarily sped up.

Blake Sinclair leaned over, kissed her neck, then moved upward, landing on her ear and cheek before lightly touching her lips.

Their lips met and parted several times, each time Holly Crowe would shake her head left and right, his kisses mostly fell on her lip corners or cheeks.

This push-and-pull avoidance instead became a silent invitation, Blake Sinclair’s breath gradually became labored, whispered a few words in her ear.

Holly Crowe’s face turned red, wanting to push him away but afraid of falling, she could only use her calves to kick him, "Are you crazy? This is an office."

Blake Sinclair bit her thoroughly red ear lobe, his voice raspy, "Then kiss me, if you do, I’ll stop."

The searing breath hit her neck side, his hand poised to slide under her hem, Holly Crowe leveraged his arm strength to lift up, leaning in actively.

Quickly dropping a kiss.

But Blake Sinclair was not satisfied, hugging her to deepen the kiss.

Until Holly Crowe couldn’t catch her breath, pushed him, he finally let go, leaving her nestled in his arms.

Blake Sinclair held her tightly, feeling her breathing through his chest, his heart was full.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, Cole Tanner’s voice sounded, "President Sinclair, the next part of the meeting is about to start."

Holly Crowe suddenly looked up at him, surprised, "Your meeting isn’t over yet?"

Blake Sinclair didn’t answer, stared at her thoroughly red lips, his heart moved, lifted his chin and kissed her again.

"Then go to your meeting." Holly Crowe pushed him.

Blake Sinclair ignored her, his mind entirely focused on kissing her.

"Well, after we’ve stayed in the office for so long, who knows what gossip is spreading outside."

Holly Crowe’s eyebrows almost knit together, but Blake Sinclair only cared to kiss her.

He bit hard on her neck with heavy force, Holly Crowe couldn’t help but hiss with pain, kicked him.

It was only after hearing her inhale sharply that Blake Sinclair stopped, gingerly pulling open her collar, sure enough saw a distinctive red mark left there.

"I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it."

His words apologized, tenderly touching that mark.

But inside, he didn’t think so at all.

Looking at the red mark on her neck, his eyes surged with blatant possessiveness, this was his unique mark.

Blake Sinclair’s heart even filled with a secret sense of satisfaction, those dark thoughts stirring restlessly.