"Alright, it’s my fault this time. I promise it won’t happen again..."
"And hey, if there’s anything you’ve had your eye on lately, just let me know, your husband will take care of the bill!"
They were inseparable at the office. Everyone had seen their intimate silhouettes behind the privacy curtain in the CEO’s office.
He never bothered to hide it, taking her to high-end events and shielding her as if she were untouchable. Not even a fly could get close.
And now, without so much as a frown, he bought her a three-million-dollar bag, then had the nerve to call her an “insignificant intern.”
In the past, with my fiery temper and zero tolerance for betrayal, I would’ve caused a scene.
But after living through my past life, I knew one thing: she was Drake’s reverse scale, the one thing no one could touch.
Backing off was the wise choice.
So I moved my parents overseas and quietly took full control of the family business.
Drake’s whole heart was wrapped around that girl, so he never noticed the quiet moves I was making behind the scenes.
“Sir hasn’t been home much lately. In my opinion, madam, you should be more cautious. Don’t let some woman out there steal your husband’s soul,” Gigi, the housekeeper, gently reminded me.
I gave her a faint, bitter smile.
These days, Drake had been flaunting that little girl everywhere, spending without restraint.
A yacht worth tens of millions, he bought it without a blink. The party on board lasted until dawn and even then, he couldn’t bear to let it end.
The villa in the city center was more lavish than a palace.
Even though her family was thoroughly taken care of, her useless brother was suddenly promoted to a manager in the group company.
A mature, wealthy CEO pursuing someone so openly, who could resist?
Seeing the dark look on my face, Gigi quickly softened her voice to console me.
"Men... they all stray a little. Sir has kept himself clean for so many years; he’s already better than most. As long as it doesn’t stir trouble at home, it’s not the end of the world..."
Before she could finish, she was abruptly cut off.
Drake stood at the doorway, holding Meghan’s hand, his gaze locked onto me.
"Zendaya, I really thought you were different from the rest. I didn’t expect you to stoop to gossiping behind someone’s back."
Before I could say anything, he pulled Meghan to the sofa and sat down, as if the two of them were the real master and mistress of the house.
“She’s living alone and I worry. After thinking it over, I decided she should stay here, it’s safer.”
“She’s still young, so look after her properly. Don’t let her get too thin under my watch.”
I gave a faint smile and nodded, turning to head into the kitchen, only to be stopped by his voice again.
“No need to prepare a separate room. She’ll be staying with me.”
My body froze, a sharp pain tightening in my chest.
He was never one to share his bed, even after five years of marriage, we had always slept in separate rooms.
No matter how drained he was after our passionate nights, he would always pull away in the end, toss the towel he used to clean himself and walk off without a word.
But now, he was willing to share a room with someone else.
It seemed he had truly fallen for her.
That night, as I walked past his room, I heard soft, ambiguous gasps from within.
The girl’s voice was sweet and breathy. "President Hemsworth, if you want… Meghan is willing…" But the next second, her words were swallowed by Drake’s kiss.
After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice slightly held back.
“Silly girl, go to sleep early.”
Then he quickly flipped off the bed and rushed into the bathroom, the sound of running water echoing clearly.
His self-control stunned me—he loved her so much, he couldn’t even bring himself to touch her.
I bit my lip and quietly stepped into Drake Hemsworth’s study.
In my past life, the reason he was able to destroy my parents’ company so quickly was because of a top-secret document.
