The Heiress Revived from the Ashes (Lauren Bennett) novel Chapter 61

Chapter 61 An Unexpected Scene

“Mr. Elliot, I’ve finalized the handover for the Eastgate and…”

Finished

Josh approached his boss‘ car with a stack of documents and a cheerful grin, only to freeze mid–sentence at the sight before him, his famously cold and unyielding boss pressing a young woman against the hood of the car in a stunningly intimate moment.

The words caught in his throat, and he stood there, rooted to the spot, utterly dumbfounded.

Felix gazed down at the dazed Lauren in his arms, reconizing her as the girl who had asked him for a cigarette in the hospital stairwell just days earlier.

Felix thought, back then, she’d been a fragile figure, her eyeshadowed with loneliness, smoking on the steps like a lost, abandoned creature, pathetic and pitiful. Now, she was a different person entirely. Her cheeks glowed a ripe peach–red, her eyes squeezed shut, long lashes fluttering uncontrollably. Sweat–soaked strands of hair clung messily to her smooth forehead. Her parted lips, flushed and rosy, released hot, uneven breaths accompanied by faint, distressed moans she couldn’t suppress.

Lauren’s small hands moved as if possessed, fumbling cross Felix’s chest until, with a sharp rip, she tore open his collar.

In an instant, his firm, sculpted chest was bared to the cool night air, its pale, jade–like skin shimmering with an almost hypnotic allure.

Josh’s eyes bulged, his mouth dropping into a perfect his jaw practically hitting the pavement.

Boss, the eternal bachelor, always so icy and immune to women, yet here he is, getting wild in secret, he thought,

stunned.

He recalled that Kate fretted endlessly over his boss‘ unmarried status, her eighty–year–old hair whitening with worry. This scene? It’s a golden “surprise” for her.

With a sly grin, Josh whipped out his phone, snapped a quick photo of the steamy encounter, and sent it off to Kate with lightning–fast fingers.

Imagining her delight, he couldn’t help but smirk.

But his daydreams were cut short as Felix delivered a swift, precise chop to the girl’s slender neck.

One moment, Lauren was squirming restlessly in his arms. The next, she went limp, collapsing against him, still as a doll.

Josh’s excitement crashed into confusion, his face locking into a bewildered grimace, Wait, what!

Josh thought to himself, Isn’t this where the domineering CEO sweeps the damsel into his arms, flings open the car door, sets her gently on the leather seat, and then leans in for well, you know, in the roomy backseat?

Years of devouring CEO romance novels had taught high that’s how it should play out.

Why wasn’t his boss sticking to the script?

Blinking in disbelief, he met Felix’s frosty glare, “Had your fill of staring?”

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Chapter 61 An Unexpected Scene

gaze landed on Lauren’s thee, and he blurted, “Huh? It her?”

“You know her?” Felix arched an eyebrow.

“Yeah, she’s the one who embroidered that peony on your suit.”

Finished

“So it’s her.” Felix murmured, his eyes lingering on Lauren’s defenseless, sleeping face, a flicker of curiosity stirring within him.

The Eastgate project was vital to his expansion in Hoverdale, and the suit he wore had been custom–made for high–stakes events like the auction.

He hadn’t anticipated someone sabotaging it with a deliberate burn mark, likely the work of a rival Hoverdale family.

Repairing a bespoke suit like that was no small feat; he’d had little hope it could be salvaged.

Yet the Swish–style peony embroidered over the damage had astonished him.

More than that, the stitching felt oddly familiar, reminiscent of the “Pine and Crane” piece he’d bought for 4.2 million dollars at an auction to mark his grandmother’s birthday.

His grandmother adored Swish embroidery, especially that “Pine and Crane” work. He’d tried to track down more pieces by the same artist, only to learn there were just two in existence, “Pine and Crane” and an unfinished masterpiece, “National Beauty and Heavenly Fragrance,” its craftsmanship even more exquisite.

For reasons unknown, the embroiderer had abandoned it a month shy of completion.

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