When Grace got into Tim's car, she kept her head down, looking a bit dejected.

"Ms. Lambert, do you want me to send you home?" Tim asked.

She didn't reply and lowered her head to call Ed again, but there was still no answer. She wondered if he had found out about tonight's incident from someone else and was tormenting himself in his villa.

"Ms. Lambert?" Tim pulled the car over to the side of the road. After waiting for ten minutes, he finally saw her close her eyes in defeat.

"Mr. Bennett, you've worked with Mr. Henderson for so many years. Do you know if he likes anything besides work?" Grace asked.

She could give him a set of limited-edition clubs if he liked golf, or she could try her best to buy him a good horse if he was into equestrian sports.

He certainly had hobbies like these, right?

Tim glanced at her through the rearview mirror and answered, "Mr. Henderson doesn't like work."

"Then just tell me what I can give him to make him happy."

Tim said nothing, his hands gripping the steering wheel. After a moment of silence, he asked again, "Do you want me to take you home, Ms. Lambert?"

She told him the address of Ed's villa and then stared outside the window quietly. Tim drove very slowly, and it took them half an hour longer than usual to get there. As she got out of the car, a gust of cold wind swept over her. It was only then that she realized she was only wearing the nightgown with nothing underneath.

nightgown and lowered her head to thank him. "Thank you, Mr.

in why she had come

deep breath and took out her phone to call Ed again, but he

passcode she entered was incorrect he

knocked on the door.

opened slightly. Ed's voice was a little hoarse.

realized he had really found out about it. That was why he had changed the passcode out of

word, he had already lifted her onto

was about to kiss him in guilt, her

you here to break

His actions w were now stirring up the effects of the drug she

rose, and beads of sweat started to form on her forehead. Her palms

too anxious on the way here to notice the effects of the

uncontrollably, catching a glimpse of him crouching down in

that..."

clear. He was like a man who had been scorched

of his hair. Her chest

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