Shattered Rose He Held On Tight novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153 Secrets in the Message

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Clint, standing closest to the desk, glanced over by accident. He decided to give a reminder to his boss, who was clearly ignoring his phone.

“Ahem. Mr. Romero! It looks like a message from Ms. Lancaster.”

Sterling glanced at him, picked up his phone, and froze.

For one second, he froze. His face darkened in disbelief.

The next second, he understood the message.

A faint smirk appeared on his sharp face. “Well, well, if you wanted me that badly, you could’ve just said so. I wouldn’t mind letting you experience it for real. But a drunk mess and a dirty little brat? Hard pass.”

Buried under the blanket, Claudia read the reply, and her face turned bright red. “What do you mean, ‘drunk mess and dirty brat?! Bah! You’re the clean one? Fine! You’re the cleanest in the world–Mr. Trash Collector Extraordinaire!”

Her angry reply only deepened the grin on his face.

Sterling waved his hand, signaling everyone in the office to leave.

Those senior executives hesitated, still caught in the anxiety of being questioned about their mistakes. They were too worried about punishment to react. Clint, quick as ever, pulled them all out of the room.

The others blinked in confusion as they shuffled toward the door.

“That’s it? We’re off the hook?”

Clint gave the man with the stunned expression a pointed look. “If Mr. Romero doesn’t press the issue, you’re safe. But don’t let that kind of rookie mistake happen again.”

The

group staggered out like they’d just won the lottery.

They’d been sure their careers were over. Somehow, the Reaper was in a good mood today and let them live to see another sunrise.

The sharpest among them noticed the shift in their boss’s attitude started right after he saw that

text.

One man sneakily leaned close to Clint and whispered, “Hey, Clint. Who is that girl?”

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Clint gave a mysterious grin. “Well, not your business. But let’s just say, she’s someone special”

That answer puzzled everyone.

He then walked away light–footed, pleased with himself.

And truth be told, he suspected the answer–two people, one future.

Back in the office, Sterling was still mischievously teasing his Rosebud.

He texted again, pretending to sound troubled. “Didn’t anyone tell you it’s not a good idea to kiss after barbecue and beer?“”

Claudia exploded. “Did you help me to brush my teeth?”

“My mistake then. I didn’t know you were that eager.” His apology came quick and smooth.

“Arghhh! Screw you, Sterling! You’re the one who’s desperate! Not me!”

“Yeah,” he typed. “Guess I am.”

“Hmph! You’re just using that neat–freak act to cover up that you can’t perform. I see right through you. Just wait–one day I’ll roll around in the mud and you’ll still be begging to kiss

me.”

She was already so mad that her words made no sense.

But Sterling couldn’t help laughing at the image she painted.

Ever since they started living together, he relied on the pet as an excuse to share the bed with her. Their relationship had settled into a strange balance.

Close, but not that close. They had never shared a real kiss, only playful pecks on the cheek or neck.

And yet, every morning, they woke up tangled together like a couple who’d forgotten what personal space was.

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Sterling ran his finger over her contact name, the one he marked as Rosebud.

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