Chapter 835
Lizetta's nose collided with a solid and broad chest, sending a sharp pain through her sinuses. Reflexively, she blinked and sniffed, ready to apologize, but then she recognized the familiar, pleasant scent of cedar and musk. She realized she knew Remington all too well.
After fourteen or fifteen years of companionship, his essence was ingrained in her, identifiable by scent alone even after time apart.
What Lizetta didn't know was that Remington felt much the same way. His initial reaction was to push away the reckless figure crashing into him. However, the moment his large hand touched her petite, rounded shoulders, a familiar sense of connection stopped him. Without even looking, he knew it was the girl he'd been longing for.
Remington's eyes softened, his hand naturally sliding down to her lower back, gently pulling her closer into his embrace. A rare smile crossed his usually aloof face as he asked, "Liz? Is today some kind of special day that you've decided to crash into me like this?" Normally, she avoided him like the plague, and now here she was, seeking refuge in his arms.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.
The employees in the lobby and those near the elevator, who had braced themselves for their cold CEO to dismiss this unfortunate soul, were now collectively holding their breath in shock. What was happening? Had their notoriously standoffish CEO been possessed? Especially the security guards who had been instructed to escort Lizetta out; they were ready to step forward and confess their negligence to the CEO and quickly separate Lizetta from him. But this development... It was utterly baffling.
Lizetta lifted her head from his embrace, her pert nose red from the impact, her eyes watery, making them appear even more captivating. "Um, let go." Remington didn't release her. Instead, he gently caressed her reddened nose with his finger, asking, "Did it hurt? I'm not going anywhere, why the rush? Let me see."
Completely taken aback by the unexpected encounter with Remington, and the awkwardness of being pushed into him, Lizetta was at a loss. Cedric, following behind Remington, hadn't anticipated such a dramatic scene unfolding in mere seconds. Noticing that everyone, though trying not to stare openly, was indeed watching, he felt obliged to remind his love-struck CEO, "Mr. Dashiell, perhaps you should take your lady upstairs to your office to talk?" Cedric suggested quietly, essentially hinting at being mindful of the optics.
The transition from work mode to love-struck CEO was seamless for Remington, but Cedric worried about the staff's ability to handle such displays. Lizetta, regaining her composure and aware of their surroundings, gently pushed Remington away, touching her slightly itchy nose where he had caressed it, and said, "I'm fine." With Lizetta stepping back, Remington felt an emptiness. He glanced at Cedric, who immediately fell silent and stepped aside.
The security guards by the elevator felt as if the world was ending, their shock evident even though Cedric had spoken softly. But being so close, they had heard everything.