Even though the frosted glass blocked the inside and outside, this was still a conference room. Serena Sinclair hastily tried to push Wyatt Hawthorne away. But she only managed to push away his kiss. His hands were wrapped around her waist, imprisoning her tightly in his arms. Wyatt said in a deep voice, "I don’t agree!" Wyatt’s tone softened, "I was at least your junior before, a person, an equal in your eyes. We were equals." Wyatt’s tone carried a hint of hurt, "You say to start, and I’m your secret lover, with no chance to argue. You say to end, and it’s just over like that!" He squeezed her face, watching her lift her head in pain. A red mark had already appeared on her cheek. Wyatt paused, rubbing with his thumb, continuing to accuse, "How come I feel like I mean less to you than 2S?" Her heart tightened, nearly blurting out her thoughts. Turning her face away from Wyatt’s warm fingertips, Serena lowered her gaze, avoiding his eyes, "Then, let’s go back to the way it was, just senior and junior..." Wyatt pressed Serena tightly against his chest, "We’ve kissed, slept together, taken advantage of everything, and you want to go back? How can anything be that simple?" Serena retorted, "In your circles, aren’t there plenty of people and things like that?" We’re all adults, mutually consensual things. As if someone was at a loss. Wyatt smirked slightly. The serious Serena who said it was over yesterday was gradually fading away. The usual Serena, who would laugh, curse, and jest, seemed to have returned. "Our circles? Which circle are you talking about?" Feigning ignorance, Wyatt lifted Serena’s chin, forcing her to look at him. "Besides, a circle is a circle, a person is a person. Can you generalize them?" Wyatt leaned closer, kissed her earlobe, "Serena, I gave you my first time and you say such things. That’s a bit heartless!" Serena’s body stiffened. That night in Syburg, she was drunk, with no recollection of the entire process. She only knew what happened after she woke up. The time she was sober was at The Springs Resort. She only remembered it being wild and chaotic. Then, with Wyatt’s whisper of "sister," everything spiraled out of control, leading to everything that followed. But now, the mention of the first time left Serena dumbfounded. She wanted to say, how is that possible? He’s Wyatt Hawthorne! In college, the girls chasing after him could line up from the architecture dorms all the way to the Aethelgard University gates. Even girls from other schools came to Aethelgard just to ask him out. Back then, Serena never paid attention, only knowing that occasionally she would run into beauties from the neighboring Film Academy on campus asking for directions to the architecture dorms. The basketball court. Wherever Wyatt went, it seemed like a fan meeting; he automatically became the focus of all the girls’ attention the moment he appeared. Until graduation, he transformed from the most handsome guy at Aethelgard to the CEO of Hawthorne Corporation. The people around him were either prestigious heiresses or top-tier actresses. The bona fide Crown Prince of Aethelgard. Even someone as uninterested in gossip as Serena had seen those pictures of the handsome couples on her phone and TV. But now, he tells her it was his first time with her? Just by Serena’s struck-by-lightning expression, you could tell she didn’t believe it. A trace of anger appeared in Wyatt’s eyes, "...Don’t believe it?" Saying she believed it was indeed unimaginable. Saying she didn’t believe it was downright reckless. Serena pushed Wyatt away, grabbed the laptop on the desk and ran out. A pen clattered to the floor, something she couldn’t care less about. Find the newest release on novel•fire.net The conference room door opened and closed again. The sound of footsteps disappeared down the hallway. Wyatt squinted slightly. Staring at that pen on the floor for quite a while, Wyatt straightened up, bent down to pick it up, and twirled it between his fingers as he walked out. Serena returned to her office, her heart still pounding wildly. Looking around, there were only a few people in the office. Most had gone to the cafeteria for lunch. Serena sat down in her office chair, took a sip of water, and finally, her racing heartbeat began to settle. "Serena, can you show me the 3D diagram for Project 2?" "Serena, Manager Lynch just called looking for you..." "Serena, I heard your phone ringing for a long time." The usually distant colleagues seemed unusually enthusiastic, either because of the just-ended meeting or something inferred from Wyatt’s provocative words. Serena thanked each of them, took out her phone from the drawer. Countless WeChat messages. [Clara Lynch: Western restaurant, ordered for you, coming?] [Snow: Serena, want me to pack an omelette for you?] [Una Hutton: Your flower guardian is eagerly waiting, command if you need me!] Reply in hand while walking out, as Serena entered the elevator at the same time Wyatt walked out. "Pre... President Hawthorne..." Those few in the office who had just greeted Serena watched as Wyatt walked straight to Serena’s desk with familiarity. Placing the pen back in the pen holder, Wyatt, about to leave, turned back to confirm, "This is Serena’s desk, right?" They replied blankly. Wyatt nodded and left. The office fell silent. They looked at each other, a silent affirmation in their eyes. If there had been only speculation earlier, guessing that something was going on between the big boss and Serena. Now, it could be confirmed, right? What happened in the conference room that made Serena too flustered to pick up a pen? While the big boss, in such a good mood, returned it. Does it mean he could go home tonight? Or could he eat the sweet and sour ribs he’s been craving? Whose home to return to? Who made those sweet and sour ribs? What a juicy gossip!!! At the restaurant, Serena faced a rigorous interrogation from Clara Lynch and Snow. No matter how calmly and steadily she claimed she and Wyatt weren’t as they thought, neither listened. Clara Lynch was excited, as if the one with Wyatt wasn’t Serena but her. Patting her shoulder with a hefty blessing, "Go for it, announce it soon! I can’t wait to see the jerk and the tramp crumble!" Snow, still in a daze, "When exactly did you two hook up? How come I didn’t notice a thing?" So, if it weren’t for Wyatt’s admission, there’d actually be nothing amiss. Heading back to the office, Serena felt a strange atmosphere. The designers who had attended the meeting were exceptionally warm. Even colleagues who hadn’t attended the meeting were unusually friendly, as if she hadn’t been the subject of scandal and gossip just a day before. Serena was utterly puzzled. In the work group, Claire Carson tagged several designers to have a small meeting in her office. Serena was among them. Taking her notebook, Serena stood up, and grabbed a pen from the holder on her way out. As she turned, Serena paused.