Accidentally Yours (Serena and Harrison) novel Chapter 7

On the top floor of Bluewater Corporation, Pierce knocked on the office door and called out, "Mr. Spencer, Ms. Linden is here."

Serena stood at the door, looking in. The tall and well-built figure was facing away from her as he stood before the large floor-to-ceiling window.

Just the sight of Harrison's silhouette made her heart race, and a wave of nervousness slowly spread throughout her body.

The air of authority he exuded was so overwhelming that it was impossible to ignore.

Serena took a deep breath and gathered the courage to call out, "Mr. Spencer."

Although she was trying her best to maintain her composure, there was still an unmistakable tremor in her voice.

Harrison slowly turned around. As he glanced at her, his gaze involuntarily lingered on Serena.

There was a cool elegance to the pale blue, form-fitting dress she wore. It complemented her beautiful and captivating face. She looked alluring yet graceful and exuded a gentle femininity that carried a hint of resilience.

A flicker of admiration flashed through Harrison's eyes when he saw how she was dressed. However, he quickly masked his emotions. He lifted his chin slightly to regain some of his usual aloofness.

"Sit," he instructed Serena.

Serena nodded slightly and stepped inside. She then settled on the black leather couch with grace.

Harrison also took a seat. Both of them maintained a proper distance between them.

Pierce poured Serena a cup of tea, then exited the office quietly, closing the door behind him.

The people in the executive office couldn't contain their curiosity when they saw Pierce emerge from Harrison's office.

"Mr. Young, who's that woman who just entered Mr. Spencer's office?"

"Yeah! What's her relationship with our boss?"

Pierce gave them a stern look and warned in a serious tone, "Stop gossiping about Mr. Spencer's private matters or there'll be consequences."

The others smiled knowingly at his words.

"Oh, we're just concerned about Mr. Spencer's… personal life," one of them said.

"Do you think she could become Mr. Spencer's wife?"

"I think it's possible…"

Then, everyone turned their gaze toward Pierce, hoping to get an answer from him.

Pierce kept his expression serious and remained tight-lipped. "Don't look at me. I don't know anything."

The main thing was, nothing had been set in stone yet. He didn't dare to speak recklessly!

Besides, when it came to Harrison's personal affairs, it wasn't his place as an assistant to make wild guesses.

But in the future…

…

Harrison's expression remained calm and unchanged. He said in a tone that brooked no refusal, "The compensation that is due will be given in full. Nothing less."

Seeing this, Serena didn't press the matter further. She picked up the pen on the table and signed her name on the last page of the agreement without hesitation.

After settling the agreement, both of them quickly went to the city clerk's office to get their marriage certificate. The entire process took less than half an hour.

When she received the marriage certificate, Serena was still in a daze.

Has she really gotten married… just like that?

Every subtle expression on Serena's face was meticulously captured by Harrison's sharp eyes.

There was an unclear, indescribable emotion that flashed in his eyes. He asked slowly in a low and deep voice, "Are you regretting it?"

Serena snapped out of her daze at his voice. "None."

Harrison didn't seem entirely convinced, and he cast a brief glance in her direction. His voice was cool and indifferent as he said, "The moment you made your choice, there's no turning back. Don't regret it once it's done."

Serena pressed her lips together and didn't argue with him. For one, she didn't dare to. Secondly, she didn't see the need either.

After all, she had the marriage certificate now, and he could assume whatever he wanted.

Harrison tucked away the marriage certificate. Then, he strode right toward the black Cayenne parked at the entrance.

Serena quickly kept her copy in her handbag and hurried after him.