Wet
1174 Words
Daisy quickly shook her head to prevent her thoughts from spiraling out of control and changed the subject. "Mr Blackwood, please stop the car."
Kingsley seemed not to hear her request and continued with the same topic. "Miss Knight, you haven't answered my question. Are you married? Do you have a husband?"
Daisy felt like crying. Why couldn't he forget about that? What was she supposed to do?
"Well..." Daisy pondered for a moment. Since her 'fake' husband had requested a secret marriage, he didn't want others to know, so...
"No."
"Really?" Kingsley asked, as if he couldn't believe her answer, his eyes widened slowly.
Didn't the spouse line on the marriage certificate mention his name? Why did she deny it when she was in front of him?
Although it was just a fake marriage where they had no real relationship with each other, even though they would be free within a period of no more than three months, he was still her husband in name.
For some reason, Daisy felt that Kingsley's tone was very cold, and the pressure in the car decreased. Did she say something wrong?
Daisy looked at his stern face and frowned slightly. People of high status were difficult to please. Had she said something wrong?
"Mr. Blackwood, can you stop and park the car, please?" Daisy asked again.
"Be quiet, I'm not the traffic patrol. Lazaro..." Kingsley called the driver, gave him instructions, and closed his eyes to rest, looking a bit tired.
Daisy didn't want to say more and didn't continue talking. She thought she could take a taxi back to the hotel when she got to where the car was going. Daisy turned to look out of the car window. The streetlights were shining brightly, illuminating her face.
It wasn't until the driver parked the black Bentley in the underground parking lot that Kingsley slowly opened his eyes, and his thin lips lifted slightly. "We're here. Why aren't you getting out of the car?"
"We've arrived? Where?" The place was unfamiliar to Daisy. She opened the door and stepped out of the car. She was covered in Kingsley's suit jacket and a large towel to keep warm.
Kingsley also got out of the car and went straight to the elevator. "Let's go."
Daisy hesitated for a moment and followed him into the elevator, noticing that it had the name of her hotel above it.
"Which floor?" Kingsley asked.
"18th floor," Daisy replied as she took out her key card.
Kingsley placed one hand in his trouser pocket and pressed the button for the 18th floor with the other.
The elevator ascended slowly and stopped on the 18th floor. Daisy stepped forward and Kingsley followed behind until they reached room number 1805 where she was staying.
Daisy stood at the door of the room and smiled faintly, with Kingsley standing beside her. "Director Blackwood, I've arrived. Thank you."
Having him around all this time had made her quite uncomfortable. Finally, she had a chance to get rid of him and rest a little. Kingsley looked at her deeply and showed no sign of leaving.
"Miss Knight, don't you want to invite me in for a glass of water? That seems inhospitable." Kingsley's clothes were wet, but it didn't diminish his composure. His words seemed to accuse her of using him and then leaving him once done.
Feeling resigned, Daisy opened the door with her card and invited him in. Kingsley went to the living room and sat down. Daisy poured a glass of water and placed it on the coffee table in front of him. "Mr. Blackwood, please enjoy."
"You don't need to bother about me. Just do what you need to do." Kingsley leaned back on the sofa, relaxing as if he were at home.
With a man like Kingsley standing, Daisy felt she had no choice but to do as he pleased. She was wet and uncomfortable. If she didn't shower and change her clothes, she might catch a cold.
She glanced at Kingsley, who was also wet and thought of ways to dismiss him. "Director Blackwood, the weather is cold. Wearing damp clothes like this is not good for your health. You should go home early and change."
"You're right, you'll get sick." He glanced at his watch and then stood up.
Daisy thought she had succeeded in persuading him to leave. She maintained a small smile on her face, her heart already filled with waves of relief.
"I kindly ask to borrow your bathroom here to shower and change my clothes." Kingsley changed the conversation, shifting from heaven to hell with one sentence.
Daisy felt disheartened as if she had shot herself in the foot. If she had known things would turn out like this, she wouldn't have made that suggestion.
"Mr. Blackwood, I'm afraid that is not—" Daisy wanted to stop him, but she sneezed a few times before she could finish speaking.
"Miss Knight, you should take care of yourself, and I'll take care of myself." Kingsley nudged her lightly, smiling like a demon.
Kingsley walked past her and headed to the bathroom. Daisy couldn't say a word as she watched Kingsley, who was soaking wet.
Daisy didn't realize she was a child in front of the experienced Kingsley, nor was she his opponent. Daisy could only turn and head to her room, ready to shower and relax.
She took her time showering, thinking that Kingsley would have left by now. After all, he was the boss, and the Director of Blackwood Group, and his time was valuable. How could he waste time there?
She put on her pyjamas and stepped out, not seeing anyone in the living room. Finally, she relaxed and went to the small kitchen to pour herself a cup of warm water. As she stood at the counter drinking water, she felt like someone was watching her from behind.
She took a breath, turned around, and met deep eyes. Daisy was so startled that she spilt her water in fear. Kingsley stood against the wall, blocked by the fridge so close to her that she didn't even realize it.
"You... why are you here?" Daisy's voice trembled slightly.
After his shower, Kingsley wore a white T-shirt. His hair was tousled, and his collar was slightly open to reveal his attractive neck and firm chest. His eyes were sharp, making him seem unpredictable and dangerous yet graceful.
"It wouldn't be polite if I left without saying goodbye," Kingsley answered with a playful smirk, Daisy retreated until her waist reached the edge of the counter.
He was too close to her, so close that she could see his eyelids clearly. His masculine face overwhelmed her, ensnaring her like a net and making it difficult for her to breathe freely.
"Mr. Blackwood... I….I need to go to bed." Daisy felt her heart was about to leap into her throat.
Kingsley didn't step back; instead, he leaned her waist against his large dry palm, bringing them even closer together.
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