Brettley could hear the employees’ murmurs and whispers. He furrowed his brows and took a step forward, grabbing hold of Bethan and pulling her back into the office, then slammed the door behind them in a single motion.
By the time Bethan finally came to, she found herself pressed against Brettley’s warm, familiar chest.
She could hear Brettley’s slightly quickened breathing coming from above her and felt inexplicably dazed.
However, she quickly regained her composure the next minute.
She shoved and tried to resist him, but the harder she struggled, the tighter Brettley’s grip on her became.
Brettley restrained her in his arms and tried insatiably to breathe in the unique scent wafting off Bethan’s body.
Initially, he had pulled her back into the office and closed the door so the employees would not be able to see and gossip about them.
However, when he had his arms around her soft, warm body, he no longer felt like letting go anymore, no matter what.
When was the last time he hugged Bethan like this?
Brettley could no longer remember the last time he hugged her, but he knew what he was feeling at that moment.
He wanted to hold her in his arms and never let her go.
“Brettley Morrison, let go of me!”
However, no matter how hard she tried, Bethan could not overpower him and release herself from Brettley’s grip.
Bethan struggled against Brettley’s grasp, cursing and swearing at him like a crazed woman, to no avail.
Her office was extremely soundproof, so none of the employees outside could hear what was going on inside, yet at the same time, she could not release herself either.
Perhaps this was the feeling of helplessness.
“Don’t yell, ” commanded Brettley hoarsely. Then, he pressed his lips against Bethan’s.
Brettley’s kiss was so sudden that Bethan did not even see it coming.
After a moment, she resumed struggling again. Finally, she bit down on Brettley’s lip, and blood immediately filled both their mouths.
Brettley immediately let go of her, but after a split second, he pressed her up against the closed door and started trailing kisses all over her, from her mouth to her jawline, to her neck, finally stopping at Bethan’s collarbone. He lingered there for a long time.
Bethan closed her eyes in despair. She knew that the skin on her collarbone must have turned red already.
This was Brettley’s favorite thing to do. He liked leaving hickeys all over her, claiming that this was his way of marking her as his own…
After a moment, he let go of her.
“Brettley Morrison, are you out of your mind?”
Bethan glared at him, but to her surprise, she noticed that his eyes were red-rimmed.
Brettley continued to stare at her and said, his breathing unsteady, “Bethan.”
Bethan recognized the tender look on Brettley’s face and knew instantaneously what he was about to do.
No matter how reluctant, she had to admit that after being together with Brettley for so long, she knew him like the back of her hand.
She pushed him away and rejected him coldly, “
We’re at the office, Brettley! Even if you want to, you shouldn’t do this with me! Go find your Fiona instead. Didn’t you want to get her pregnant with your child? Go find her! “
As soon as he heard this, Brettley narrowed his eyes.
The next moment, he removed his jacket with one hand and draped it around Bethan, while the other continued to restrain her. Then, he slipped her hands behind her back and tied them up with his jacket.
Terror engulfed Bethan’s entire being. Was Brettley trying to…?
How could he do this? They were at the office!
Bethan bit down on her lip and continued to struggle against her bonds while glaring at him. “Brettley Morrison, are you crazy?”
“Yes, I am! ” snarled Brettley and stared at her, his eyes clouded with lust. “If you don’t want to let the entire company find out what’s about to happen, shut your mouth! “
With that, he picked her up in one swift motion and kicked the door open.
When the employees outside saw them emerging out of the office, they immediately lowered their heads and did not even dare utter a single word. Even their breathing became more stifled.
Bethan, who was carried in Brettley’s arms with her hands tied, did not dare to struggle nor yell for help.
If she moved even an inch, the jacket wrapped around her would slide off, and everyone would see the hickey that Brettley had left on her collarbone.
She could not believe how detail-oriented this man was.
Shannon furrowed her brows when she saw them coming out of the office, and she immediately stood up from her desk. “Is Director Bethan hurt?” she asked considerately.
Brettley narrowed his eyes and nodded. “Yes, she hurt her arm, so I ‘m bringing her to the hospital right now.”
Shannon nodded and asked in a loud voice, “Alright, President Morrison. Do you need me to come with you when sending Director Bethan to the hospital?”
Brettley fell silent for a moment, then nodded in reply. “Yes, come with me.”
Shannon quickly tidied up her desk, then followed after them. She shot Bethan–who was still in Brettley’s arms–a surreptitious look and opened the door for them.
Bethan closed her eyes.
She knew Shannon was trying to find an excuse for both her and Brettley.
If Brettley carried her out of Morrison Group Tower just like this, without any explanation, the employees would definitely gossip and spread rumors about them.
The three of them left the department and ran into Charmaine, who just so happened to come out of the elevator. Charmaine narrowed her eyes and glanced at the scene before her, unable to fight back from sneering, “Hey, what’s going on? Did Director Bethan work so hard that she collapsed and needed President Morrison to carry her?”
As soon as she heard Charmaine’s words, Shannon narrowed her eyes and strode toward Charmaine.
Before any of them could react, she swung her arm up and slapped Charmaine across her face.
A deafening slap echoed through the hallway.
Shannon looked down at Charmaine and said, “
Director Bethan had hurt her arm, so President Morrison is sending her to the hospital. How dare you even suggest anything like that and perpetuate rumors about the two of them? Mr. Morrison has a girlfriend now, but even if he doesn’t, he won’t engage in relationships with Director Bethan or any other employee. This is the respect every CEO should show to their employees!
“Not only are you disrespecting Director Bethan, but President Morrison as well! How dare you?”
Charmaine was so stunned by this that she did not even know how to react.
She felt a little confused by Shannon’s words. It seemed like Shannon was scolding her yet, at the same time…indirectly reprimanding Brettley.
Brettley was standing in the elevator, still carrying Bethan in his arms when this happened. “Let’s go now, ” he spoke, his expression dark.
Shannon let out an exhale, then turned around to shoot Charmaine a murderous glare. “If it weren’t for the fact that I’m rushing to take Director Bethan to the hospital, you won’t hear the end of it!”
With that, she turned and got into the elevator.
As soon as the door closed, Bethan closed her eyes and muttered, “Thank you.”
Shannon knew what she was talking about. She replied, feeling a little sympathetic toward Bethan, “
Too bad Zayne and Samson weren’t there. If they were…”
She did not finish her sentence.
Brettley, however, snickered when he heard this. “So what if they were there?”
The elevator soon arrived at the lobby.
Brettley cast Shannon a cold glance and said, “Take the rest of the day off.”
Then, he strode out of the elevator, still carrying Bethan, without looking back.
Shannon stood in front of the elevator, watching Bethan and Brettley leave, and bit down on her lip nervously.
Upstairs.
Charmaine’s cheek still burned from Shannon’s slap.
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