Alright, lets go home, he said, matching her light-hearted mood.
The luxury car pulled away from the Shaw Group, and Dulcie, in high spirits, softly hummed a tune, careful to keep her voice low to avoid Kysons teasing.
asionally, she stole nces at him, observing his stern expression.
Feeling her gaze, Kyson turned and met her eyes with a yful remark.
What? Are you captivated by your husbands good looks? Dulcies cheeks flushed, and she retorted with a small huff.
Who boasts about their own Looks? Kyson shrugged, a smirk on his face. Its just confidence.
At a loss for words, Dulcie turned away, opting for silence.
Later that evening, after her bath, Dulcie sat by the window, swinging her legs and enjoying the breeze.
She closed her eyes, savoring the cool air.
Emerging from the bathroom, Kyson found her there, looking utterly content.
Concerned about the chilly evening air, he fetched a small nket and draped it over her, his tone stern.
Catch a cold, and Ill dock your pay. Achoo! Dulcie sneezed and then red yfully at him, shaking her fist.
Even if youre the boss, you cant just dock an employees pay Like that.
Their light-hearted banter continued a while longer before they headed to bed.
The next morning, in the CEOs office, Kyson was at his desk early, already buried in work.
He wore his usual ck suit, but today it was paired with a new, brightly colored tie.
Although his eyes scanned the documents before him, his thoughts drifted elsewhere.
His hand absentmindedly reached for the aromatherapy diffuser Dulcie had brought him, iming his office needed a touch of warmth. A sudden knock at the door snapped him back to reality.
Setting the diffuser down quickly, Kyson regained his usualposed expression.
Come in.
Kurt entered, dressed in a dark blue suit-a departure from his usual ck.
Kyson eyed Kurt and asked coolly, Got a date? Kurt scratched his head, a bit embarrassed.
Well… yes, a dinner date after work.