while the faint, lingering heat under his skin and the memory of Wenlang's near-revelation pressed quietly against the inside of his ribs, unspoken and carefully locked away.
screen, yet the silence left in Wenlang's wake felt heavier than the charged atmosphere of the office had been. He resumed typing and did not allow himself another glance toward the empty hallway, simply continuing to work... the picture of unwavering loyalty and restraint... +
line of his back until the man disappeared from view, the automatic doors of the executive lobby sealing shut behind him. Only then did he lower the phone, ending the call with quiet efficiency. He remained seated, his posture straight, eyes returning to the open files on his +
his eyes tracked Wenlang's approach from the corner of his vision. The Alpha moved with that familiar, purposeful stride - coat already on, expression closed and impatient - and the residual cedar scent that trailed behind him hit Gao Tu like a physical reminder of everything +
words came out steady, perfectly composed, but a faint flush still lingered at the base of his throat, and the fine tremor that had never fully left his hands returned the moment the Alpha's footsteps continued toward the elevators.
The secretary's gaze followed the broad line +
that still clung to the air between them.
When Wenlang passed the desk without so much as a glance, the curt order landed with sharp finality. "Understood, Mr. Shen. I'll settle it with the eastern suppliers and ensure you're not disturbed for the rest of the afternoon." The +
The sudden movement of the office door opening made Gao Tu's fingers freeze over the keyboard for a single second. He kept the phone pressed to his ear, his voice continuing in its calm, professional cadence as he finished confirming the eastern zone supplier details, even as +