The aftermath of their intimate night was evident on her skin.

The crimson marks on her shoulders was a clear testament to Edwin's attraction to women.

Edwin turned, drawn by a faint stir behind him, finding the woman still caught in sleep.

A curtain of dark hair shielded part of her face; her delicate eyelashes rested on pale eyelids, casting tender shadows. Yet, these gentle details were but a mere echo of the previous night's fervor.

Mark's voice, edged with impatience, cut through the quiet.

“Edwin, are you even listening?"

Pulling together a casual smile, Edwin replied, "I heard you, Dad.

I'll see you Saturday."

He disconnected the call and strode toward the bathroom, but was interrupted by the persistent chime of the doorbell.

He grudgingly opened the door.

There his secretary waited on the other side, clutching crucial documents.

The sight of Edwin, draped only in a towel, was a bit overwhelming; her gaze skittered away from the sharp lines of his torso.

The mere sight of it was enough to make people feel hot.

Once Edwin penned his signature on the paperwork, his secretary, Tina Adams spoke up, her voice carrying a hint of urgency.

“Mr. Evans, the takeover of the Lewis Group starts at ten." Glancing at her watch, she added, "And it's already nine."

Edwin left the paper behind and returned to the sanctuary of his room, emerging freshly showered and dressed twenty minutes later.

He was about to head out when another soft rustle reached his ears.

A familiar figure stepped out of the shadows. The tension in the air palpable as her eyes met Tina's.

Tina was well aware of Edwin's relationship with this girl--Laura Thomas.

Although Laura was a renowned wedding dress designer with numerous accolades, she maintained a humble profile. Tina was taken aback to find her in such close quarters with Edwin.