The Tycoon's Secret Bride

Almost an hour later, one by one she began setting several plates on the dinning table, there was cereal, sliced bread, scrambled eggs, sliced strawberry and blue berries, buŧŧer. Dumpling with vegetable soup, noodles, rice porridge, scallion oil pancake. She was about to get the coffee pot when Duan Chengyu walked into the dinning room in just his towel, his hair still damp from probably just coming out of the shower.

"Good morning Miss Liu."

Liu Rachael suddenly felt hot and cold at the same time, while her stomach somersaulted from the impact of seeing the toned physique of Duan Chengyu, she saw as drops of water slid down his taut flat belly. She could feel her throat tighten and her mouth became dry from staring at the well sculptured body staring her in the face.

"Goo..Good...Morning...Chairman Duan."

Her voice shook from trying to greet her boss, who looked back at her as though he wasn't aware of what his presence was doing to her senses.