Marriage Contract: Love Game With CEO

Mary's mind went blank. She had said goodbye to Victor reflexively and watched as he turned around and left.

Her hair stood on end as she felt someone's gaze burning holes through the back of her head.

William was standing behind her. There was a tense silence.

Unable to bear it, she quickly faced him. "Boss, I'm sorry I..." she began. He didn't respond, hands still buried in his pockets. Slowly, he retreated back into his office.

"Oh my God, Mary!" Jane's eyes followed the boss as he entered his office. She whispered excitedly, "It was Victor, wasn't it? Why was he holding your bag? Is something going on?" Jane blinked excitedly at her coworker.

"It's nothing," Mary replied. Her head had finally stopped spinning. She smiled at Jane. "I ran into him outside, and we spoke briefly. I must've forgotten my bag, but he was kind enough to bring it in. That's all, really! We should get to work now." Mary hoped that would be enough to satisfy her.

"Oh, I see," Jane smiled. She bit the inside of her cheek, trying to hide her disappointment. Curiosity still burning, she reluctantly returned to her seat.

Mary gathered her thoughts. She snuck a look at William in his office. It didn't seem like anything was off.

"Ahem..." William couldn't stop coughing at his desk. He tried not to overthink it, but it seemed like his cold was getting worse.

Leaning back in his chair, he looked at the bulky bag of medicine on the table.

He thought back to what happened earlier. Mary had tried giving it to him in the car, and his response was to angrily send it flying around the vehicle. She then ran out, lips trembling slightly. William had a sinking feeling he had gone too far.

William sighed to

His bronze skin peeked out from under the small buttons of his white shirt. She continued until there was only one button left and steadied her breathing. Mary moved to place her hand on the smooth plane of his stomach but was stopped abruptly.

"What are you doing?" Despite William's weariness, he was still quite powerful. His eyes were open now, and he was looking straight at Mary, her hands hovering just above his torso.

"I... I'm just going to wipe your body." She blushed a deep red at his gaze. "It should reduce your fever. Now let go of me!" she said, tugging her hand out of his.

He frowned at that and slowly loosened his grip on her hand. A headache throbbed dully, and he shut his eyes.

Mary dipped a clean cloth into the diluted alcohol basin and washed him, not daring to look at his physique for too long. Anytime her fingers brushed against his warm skin, she moved away as if it burned her.

It wasn't because of his fever, no. Mary couldn't stop her mind from racing.

Biting the inside of her lip, she thought back to that night. Albeit her initial reluctance, it was her first time being intimate with a man. Now, that same man lay partially undressed underneath her. 'Oh, God...' Her heart pounded loudly in her ears.

William's sense of touch only heightened as he shut his eyes. He felt not only the wet cloth but her smooth hand grazing parts of his skin. 'Both are cold, ' he thought, dazedly.

'Mary... What are you doing? Where are you wiping?!

Damn!'

his heart cursed. William cracked his eyes open at the ceiling. His gaze fell on Mary, who was mopping his body with a flustered sort of focus.

"Alright." His voice was hoarse. "Ahem... You can stop wiping now..."