Ariana complied, settling back into the warm water as Holden tenderly washed her body. As he approached, she mischievously splashed water at him, giggling. “Honey, I'm so happy."

Holden found himself amused by Ariana's playful antics, unsure how to handle her drunken behavior. As she splashed water on him again, he couldn't help but smile, prompting her to affectionately pinch his cheek and declare, "My honey is the best."

Her words sent Holden into fits of laughter, leading to a playful water fight between them. Ariana poured water on him with increasing intensity, leaving Holden thoroughly drenched.

“Okay, okay, enough," Holden said, conceding defeat. “You'll catch a cold if you keep this up."

Once Ariana's bath was complete, Holden tenderly wrapped her in a towel and guided her to the bed. “Rest for now. I'll dry your hair in a bit."

As Ariana nodded obediently, Holden removed his damp shirt and entered the bathroom.

With his back turned, Holden began undressing. Just as he was about to remove his pants, he sensed a presence behind him, a warm body pressing close.

"Didn't I tell you to wait for me outside?" Holden questioned, his voice tinged with huskiness, betraying his desire.

"I miss you," Ariana replied in a seductive tone, her lips trailing kisses along Holden's shoulder and down his back. A low moan escaped Holden's lips as Ariana's hands slipped into his pants, teasingly exploring.

Holden's breathing grew ragged as desire surged through him. Unable to resist any longer, he turned to face Ariana, locking eyes with her as he wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her effortlessly with one hand.

Their gazes locked in a silent exchange of longing, Holden leaned in hesitantly, capturing Ariana's lips in a tender kiss. As their Lips met, it ignited a fiery passion between them, their kiss deepening with each passing moment.

Pressing Ariana against the wall, Holden kissed her with unrestrained passion.

The bathroom echoed with the sounds of their passion, a symphony of their shared desire. It wasn't until the late night hours that Holden emerged from the bathroom, Ariana cradled in his arms, exhausted.

After settling her down, he took a moment for himself in the shower before drifting into a peaceful slumber, Ariana nestled securely in his embrace.

When Ariana woke up the next morning, Holden had already left.

She gently massaged her aching waist and slowly sat up. Her gaze fell on the brand new clothes on the bedside table, near which was a note from Holden. The note read, “I'm going to the company. I asked a nurse to bring you breakfast. Don't forget to call the nurse if you need anything."

Ariana brows furrowed tightly after reading the note.

Hadn't Holden said he would avoid appearing in public these days? Why then did he go to the company now? Could it be that something bad had happened?

Concerned, Ariana turned on her phone to check the latest news. As expected, the Fredrick Group made the headlines in financial news.

ALL the financial information sites were talking about the same thing.