The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 1184:

When Cliff strode into his office with Laney, he turned to his assistant with an unwavering command. “From this moment forward, Laney has unrestricted access to my office. No appointments needed. Whatever I’m doing, let her through.”

The assistant managed a nervous smile. “Yes, Mr. Hopkins.”

Laney whispered, “Cliff, he was just concerned about your workload and fatigue. That’s why he hesitated to let me in.”

The assistant shot Laney a look of gratitude, but Cliff’s sharp eyes caught the exchange. “What did I say? Why are you so scared?”

The assistant remained silent, frozen in place. Cliff’s imposing presence was legendary, and the assistant had no choice but to comply.

The desire to test whether the rumors about his boss’s fierce temper—and equally fierce right hook—were true lingered in the air.

Once inside the office, Laney’s sharp eyes caught the subtle shadows beneath Cliff’s eyes. A wave of concern washed over her. “Am I interrupting? Perhaps you should rest…”

“Whether you’re interrupting or not, you’re already here,” Cliff’s tone softened imperceptibly. His gaze shifted to the shopping bag she was trying to hide behind her back. “What treasure are you hiding from me?”

Laney playfully tucked the bag further away. “Who said it’s for you?”

In one smooth motion, Cliff pulled her into his embrace, effortlessly claiming the bag. Inside, he found a belt.noveldrama

He extended his long, muscular leg, offering it as a perfect perch for Laney. Settling against him, Laney explained, “I was out shopping with Kailyn today, and thoughts of you crept in. I couldn’t resist picking this up for you. Try it on and see if it suits your taste.”

Then, she corrected herself, her voice softening into a heartfelt whisper. “No, I didn’t suddenly think of you. You occupy my thoughts every minute of every day.”

Cliff, ever practical about material possessions, gave the belt a cursory glance. “It’s nice. How much was it? I’ll reimburse you.”

“You haven’t even tried it on,” Laney protested, disappointment coloring her voice.

“What’s there to try with a belt?”

Mischief sparkled in Laney’s eyes as she leaned closer. “Let me help you put it on?”

Her fingers had barely grazed his current belt when Cliff’s hand captured her wrist, his expression stern but tinged with amusement. “Getting handsy in broad daylight again? Are you asking to be scolded?”

Laney puffed out her cheeks in feigned innocence. “I’m not doing anything…”

“I know exactly what’s running through that mind of yours.” Her eyes were practically glued to his groin.

Seizing her chance, Laney’s voice took on a suggestive lilt. “If daytime is off-limits, does that mean nighttime is fair game?”

Cliff’s voice dropped an octave, rich with warning. “Only when you’re feeling unwell.”

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