Chapter 52

William Johnson didn't push her away, allowing her to straddle his lap, her slender arms wrapping around his neck.

Emily Smith leaned closer, her soft lips brushing against the tip of his nose before trailing to the corner of his mouth and finally settling on his chin. Playfully, she nipped at his prominent Adam's apple, feeling it bob slightly beneath her touch.

Yet today, William remained unusually composed. He reclined in his seat, his deep eyes watching her intently without moving a muscle.

Emily gathered her courage, her fingers sliding down the buttons of his shirt.

Still, William didn't stop her, letting her do as she pleased.

But he had underestimated his own resistance to her.

His body tensed instantly, muscles tightening visibly. He pressed the control button to raise the partition, then seized her restless hand, his voice husky. "Are your hands clean?"

Emily lifted her glistening eyes and nodded obediently. "I washed them."

William suddenly smirked coldly. "Where did Robert Miller touch you?"

He had already asked Grace Lee to investigate Robert's background.

Emily shook her head hastily. "He didn't touch me."

William's gaze turned icy. "So you wanted him to?"

"No," she denied quickly.

"Then why did you get so close to him?"

Emily faltered, at a loss for words.

Unwilling to dwell on the topic, she pressed her lips to his.

This time, William didn't hold back. He retracted the armrest and pinned her against the seat, taking control of the kiss and deepening it.

Only when she was breathless did he pull back slightly, his eyes burning. "Do you want this?"

Emily nodded without hesitation.

Half to appease him, half out of genuine desire.

William chuckled lowly. "Sure about doing this in the car? No extra charge?"

"No..." Her words were swallowed by his kiss.

......

BestTech Group's headquarters was close to Jinzhou Bay, just a ten-minute drive without traffic.

Sam Wilson drove in circles nearby, waiting until things had settled in the backseat before finally heading into the underground garage.

William adjusted her clothes and pinched her flushed cheek. "Go up by yourself."

Emily wanted to ask where he was going but simply replied, "Okay."

As she turned to leave, he added, "I'm attending a cocktail party. I'll be back later."

"You're going like that?" She eyed his wrinkled shirt.

William glanced down. "Grace has prepared clothes at the hotel."

"Then go quickly." She flashed him a bright smile and turned to leave.

But he yanked her back. "In such a hurry?"

Emily sighed in exasperation.

"Professor Johnson is available this Sunday to operate on your sister," he said abruptly.

Emily's eyes widened in disbelief. "Really?"

"You don't want it?"

She shook her head immediately, kissing him excitedly. "Thank you, William."

Seeing the fire reignite in his eyes, she quickly escaped the car.

Watching her flustered retreat, William's lips curved into an unconscious smile.