Chapter 85: Chapter 85

"How is it going over there?"

"Boss, they have round up the whole building. The interior design is just like you wanted," Drew said, switching to the back camera so Sean could have a better view of the place.

"Mhmm. What about the invitations? Are they being circulated yet? I don't want any mistakes this time around."

"Yes, boss. Everything is going according to plan. You don't have to worry about it. I know how important it is to you," Drew replied hastily before Sean could nag even further.

Sean nodded in satisfaction. "Good," he uttered before hanging up.

Just as he pushed the door open, Carmen accidentally bumped into him and landed on her backside.

"Ouch!" she winced in pain and looked up at Sean with teary eyes. "Please help me," she mumbled only for his ears.

Maintaining a deadpan expression, Sean cast a sidelong glance at her before walking off. One of his bodyguards stepped forward in an attempt to help Carmen up, but the only reward he got for his act of kindness was her shoving his hand away.

Sean went straight to the office and plopped down in his seat. A loud sigh escaped his lips as he toyed with the pen in his hand. He didn't lie when he called Sonny good-for-nothing. Sonny had truly piled up all the work on the desk in his office for him.

Abruptly, he picked up the phone from the table and read the message Andrea had sent him earlier. Unconsciously, his lips quirked up into a smile.

He couldn't help but picture the look of surprise on her face when she finally finds out what he had been planning for her.

Unintentionally, he dialed her number, which Andrea answered immediately.

"Hello," her soothing voice rang out from the other end of the line.

"My love, how are you doing?"

"I'm good. I hope you aren't tiring yourself with too much work. Have you had lunch yet?"

"Yes, I had lunch while thinking about you," he replied affectionately. He could visualize the look on her face at the moment—her fair cheeks turning red was the only image in his head.

Andrea giggled sweetly. "Stop being cheesy, Mr. Wilson. If I can be of any assistance to you, don't hesitate to give me a call."

"Mhm, there's something I need your help with," he responded, his tone sounding earnest.

"That's great, what is it?" she inquired remarkably.

A smirk formed on his lips. "When I get off from work, I want you to give me one of those good massages of yours," he said enthusiastically.

"Is that all?" she questioned.

"Let's see about that when I'm back," he replied.

"See you soon then."

"I love you. Bye."

"I know you do," she haughtily responded before hanging up.

...

Sean emerged from the bathroom, drying his damp hair with a towel. He was already dressed in a plain shirt and loose comfy pants.

On the other hand, Andrea had just walked into the room. She made her way over to him, threw her arms around his neck, and sealed his lips with a passionate kiss.

"Did you have dinner?" she asked, smiling.

"Yes, I had dinner with Sonny before coming home," he replied, pulling her in for a hug. "How are the girls? Are they sleeping?" Sean inquired, resting his chin on her shoulder.

Andrea nodded her head. "Agnes came back in the afternoon, so she will be watching them while I rest," she said, breaking free from his grip.

Sean hugged her from behind. "What about your friend?" he asked, sucking on her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine.

"She took sleeping pills; she's fast asleep," she replied with quickened breaths. She felt his warm palm under her shirt caressing her hard nipples.

"Great. It's just you and me. Thank God that little brat is in the school hostel. Speaking of that rascal, do you know what he did?" Sean breathed into her ear.

"What did Jace do?" she asked quietly and bit her lip hard in response to Sean pinching her nipple.

"He took my sports car from the garage and got it scratched. He sent it in for repairs, and I happen to know the technician who informed me that a young guy brought my car over to his place."

Andrea had an apologetic look on her face. "I'm so sorry. I will speak to Jace first thing tomorrow and have him return your car."

"You don't have to apologize to me. You have nothing to do with it. It's just a sports car; I can let him have it," Sean remarked, kissing the nape of her neck, his desire evident.

"Pervert!" A blush crept up her cheeks as she fought her way out of his embrace. "Where are you going?" Sean held her hands, and she suddenly screamed in pain, scrunching up her delicate face.

As if nothing had just happened, Andrea quickly pushed his hands away and walked towards the bed.

"Let me see," he ordered, noticing her sneaky actions to hide her hand from him.

"It's nothing. It's late already; let's just go to bed," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sean joined her on the bed and forcefully grabbed both of her hands, only to catch sight of a scar on her palm, causing his brows to knit into a frown. "How did this happen? It wasn't like this earlier," he asked, turning to face her.

Andrea bit her lip hard and suddenly let out a chuckle. "Stop exaggerating, it's just a small burn."

Sean applied pressure to the area, and she winced in pain instantly, with a tear slipping out from her eye. "Let me guess, this had to do with my mom, right?"

She nodded and shook her head at the same time. "She didn't do it on purpose. I was serving her some tea this evening, and it slipped from her hand, accidentally grazing my palm," she explained.

A scoff left his mouth. "And she didn''t get any injury from the incident?"

Andrea remained silent, not knowing how to reply. Saying that she didn't would only make Sean believe that she had done it on purpose.

"I have heard enough of her." Sean roughly threw the sheets from his legs and got up from the bed furiously.

With big strides, he was already at the door, about to open the doorknob, when she quickly caught his wrist, restraining him from going.

"Sean, please don't go! I'm sure she didn't mean harm. She even asked the housekeeper to give me ointment to apply to my burn. Moreover, if I wasn't carried away, maybe I would have been able to react quicker and none of this would have happened."

Sean could feel a rush of rage seething within him. "Why did she send you to get her tea in the first place? You aren't her maid, and it's not your duty to serve her here," he took her hand off his wrist, proceeding out of the room.

"Unlike me, you have a mother who truly cares about you," she murmured in a hoarse voice, making Sean's steps come to a halt outside the doorstep.

He turned around and found her in tears, continuously wiping them, but they kept streaming down her cheeks like a waterfall.

"My love, what's wrong? Is it my mom?" he walked back to her and hugged her to his chest, gently stroking her hair.

"It's not that. I'm just so jealous of you. Your mom keeps clinging to you no matter how hard you try to push her away, unlike my mom who clearly doesn't want to get involve with me at all." She said in her softest voice.

Hearing this, a pang of guilt flooded his chest. "I'm sorry she's making you feel that way. I will send her out the first thing tomorrow, okay?" he kissed away her tears from her face.

"Please don't, she's only going to hate me even more if you do that," Andrea sniffled, wiping her tears with the back of her hand.

After calming her down and reassuring her that he will never leave her side, he watched her pass out in his arms and later found the wine bottle on the coffee table, realizing she had been tipsy.

He gently lifted her up in a bridal style and laid her on the bed, covering her with a quilt. "I will never neglect you, and I promise my feelings will always be the same for you, FOREVER and ALWAYS," he whispered softly, placing a feather-light kiss on her lips.

Sean watched her from a close view for a while longer. His eyes went down from her baby front hair, which glued to her forehead with sweat, to her long lashes, like butterfly wings, and finally to her soft, small, rosy lips.

He leaned closer, and his throat went dry. He licked his lips while staring at hers with hungry eyes. He could feel her warm breath fanning his face. He shook off the idea, afraid it might wake her up. Instead, he straightened up and scooped his phone from the nightstand.

Sparing the sleeping beauty on the bed another glance, he walked towards the balcony and dialed a number which kept ringing, and finally, the other person picked up.

"First thing tomorrow, we are paying a visit to Andrea's aunt. Make sure you tell the secretary to cancel all of my morning schedules," he ordered in a commanding tone.