The intimate atmosphere in the room shattered abruptly.
Sinclair reached out, pulling his blushing wife protectively against his chest.
His sharp, dark eyes narrowed as they landed on Gerald, frozen awkwardly in the doorway, caught between retreat and advance.
"What is so urgent that you'd forget your manners?"
His voice was low, laced with a chill that seemed to seep into the bones.
Gerald shivered involuntarily.
He hadn't expected the CEO to wake up so soon—otherwise, he'd never have dared to barge in at such a moment, even if his life depended on it. What now?
Wait—! "
President Luther," he blurted, suddenly remembering the person who had arrived with him. He whipped his head around.
"Luke said he had urgent matters to report—" His words died mid-sentence, his expression stiffening.
The spot where Luke had been standing was now completely empty.
Gerald's lips twitched involuntarily.
