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“If you want the most shares, you can talk to me,” Ethan said.
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That was exactly what Dawn had nned from the start, but hearing it said out loud by him still
her a strange feeling.
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She looked away to steady herself. “If Mr. Jackson is willing to sell, I’d be more than grateful.”
“And how grateful will you be?”
“Huh?”
Seeing her nk expression, Ethan’s lips curved into a faint smile. “I’m asking how you n to thank me.”
Before she could reply, he leaned in slightly.
His warm breath brushed her cheek.
“I could even give you all my shares,” he said slowly. “But you’ll have to agree to one condition, Ms. West. How about it?<b>” </b>
How about it?
Absolutely not.
Dawn didn’t need to hear more to guess that his “condition” wouldn’t be anything good.
But those shares–she had to get them.
Keeping her calm, she smiled charmingly. “Alright.”
“But since Mr. Jackson has a condition, I should have one too.” She raised two slender fingers, pressing them together. “I don’t like people interfering with my work. If Dreammaker Studios bes mine, I decide who runs it.”
She guessed Ethan probably wanted to keep a few loyal employees–maybe Linda.
By setting her terms first, she made it hard for him to refuse without seeming petty.
“Fine,” he said, to her surprise. His voice was low as his gaze met hers. “Not just thepany. Everything goes to you.”
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Soon the waiter brought out their meal: barbecue ribs, garlic butter shrimp, and steamed crab.
Dawn used to love all of those, but they were messy to cat, so she only ever ordered them when Ethan was around.
Three years had passed. Everything had changed–and somehow, nothing had.
Ethan naturally took the dishes in front of him and started cutting ribs, peeling shrimp, and cracking crab shells with practiced ease.
His movements were smooth and elegant, almost hypnotic to watch.
“All done.”
The soft words snapped her back to reality. She looked down to see the neatly arranged food he’d ced before her.
She brushed her hair aside awkwardly. “Thanks.”
Ethan didn’t eat. He just watched her quietly.
At first, it made her uneasy, but then she thought–if he wasn’t bothered, why should she be?
So she rxed.
Whatever he peeled, she ate.
Whatever soup he served, she drank.
By the end of dinner, she was full enough to hup.
His gaze carried a teasing glint, his lips curving faintly. “Seems foreign food didn’t suit you much. You should’vee home sooner, Ms. West.”
Dawn forced augh. “Guess so. I should be thanking Mr. Jackson for such a good meal.”
She reached into her bag and took out a neatly prepared folder.
“A generous man like you–it’s truly my honor to work with you. Here, sign this, and maybe you’ll catch some of my good luck too.”
Ethan blinked, clearly not expecting her to be so well–prepared.
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“Hmm?” Dawn raised an eyebrow, uncapped a pen, and pressed it into his hand. “Since everything’s already settled, might as well get the paperwork done. The sooner we finish, the
sooner we can move on.”
He studied her face for a moment, saying nothing.
Dawn pouted slightly. “We had an agreement.”
We had an agreement.
We.
The word hit something deep inside him, a warmth spreading through his chest.
He swallowed hard, then picked up the pen and signed his name.
Dawn’s smile widened, sly and bright as a fox.
“Thank you, Mr. Jackson. Wishing you great sess.”
Ethan couldn’t help but smile back. Then she grabbed his hand yfully, pulling it toward her. With a lipstick tube, she carefully pressed color onto his fingertip. Her tone turned light and proud.
“There. One fingerprint, and Dreammaker Studios is officially mine. Don’t worry, Mr. Jackson. I’ll make thispany shine. I won’t let your trust go to waste.”
He didn’t resist. Just let her guide his hand.
“All done.”
Dawn looked at the red mark on the document, clearly satisfied. Maybe it was her good mood, but she even grabbed a napkin and wiped his hand clean. “Mr. Jackson, you really are the nicest man alive. Good thing I decided to deal with you directly.”
She drew her hand back.
Ethan’s face instinctively followed her movement, his gaze fixed on her.
She noticed the sharpness in her eyes shing briefly.
“Well, dinner’s over, papers are signed, so I’ll call it a night. Next time, I’ll treat you to dinner, alright?”
Ethan opened his mouth to speak, but she was already stepping away.
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Sara Lili
<strong>Sara Lili</strong> is a daring romance writer who turns icyndscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of d’s breathtaking cold.