Nicole suddenly felt her heart soften.
"If you're tired, just ask the driver to pick me up. Since you came back, the drivers in our families have started taking vacation days..."
At those words, Clayton smiled and looked at her.
"I'm not tired. If it weren’t for picking you up, I'd still b e busy working right now. Rather than work, I'd much prefer picking you up."
Nicole smiled and said nothing.
Behind them, Ian leaned his head against the car window. He originally closed his eyes to rest, but after hearing those words, he felt so sour that he could not sleep.
At home.
Nicole washed up and did not rush to bed. Instead, she went to the study.
The stock market had been fluctuating strangely these days.
She watched in silence, and her fingers tapped quickly on the keyboard. From time to time, she looked at the material that Logan sent to her mailbox i n advance.
Nicole did not notice that Clayton was standing at the door of the study, watching her after he washed up.
When she stretched, he finally came with a smile.
His hands were placed on her shoulders. "Aren’t you gonna sleep?”
Nicole suddenly froze and looked at the time. It was already 1:00 am.
Clayton did not sleep because he was waiting for her.
She stood up guiltily. "I lost track of time. You should've called me earlier."
Clayton smiled. His voice was low and hoarse. It seemed to be infinitely amplified in the dark.
"It's okay. I'll wait as long as it takes."
He wrapped his arms around her waist and lowered his head to kiss her lips, lingering with fondness.
When he wanted to move on to the next step, Nicole suddenly pulled his hand. Her pretty eyes were shining with delight.
"Mr. Sloan, it’s really too late today. We have an early day tomorrow..."
Clayton's eyelashes trembled, and his throat bobbed. The person he wanted for several days was right in front of him. How could he hold back?
He used a little force and picked her up. His voice was raspy with restraint.
It had only been a few days since this kind of life started, but it was as if she had already taken it for granted.
Clayton had basically moved downstairs to live with her. Although his things were still upstairs, he brought them down time after time while completely unbothered.
The surrounding area was filled with traces of him.
Clayton felt a gaze and turned around. He took large strides over and lowered his head to press a soft kiss o n her forehead.
"Morning, babe."
Nicole pushed him away, still not very sober in the early morning. She drank a lot last night, so she had a slight hangover.
"Why are you up so early?”
Clayton smiled. "I was worried that you'd have a hard time going to the office on an empty stomach, so I made you some hangover tea. Drink it quickly."
He originally had an urgent meeting, but after thinking about it, it was more important to make hangover tea for Nicole.
Nicole was really jealous. Clayton clearly slept so late, but his recovery was unbelievably fast.
As for her, it felt like she was tormented half to death.
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