After scrolling through the news a few more times, there was still nothing about tonight’s charity gala.
“That’s weird. A huge event like this and not a single report?”
“It’s been covered up,” Patricia said.
“Why?” Hector started to ask, but Sara jumped in before he could finish.
Patricia just replied calmly, “I’m waiting for Emerson.”
If the news got out, Emerson would be on guard. What Patricia wanted was for everything to look calm and ordinary, for things to settle down. Only when the engagement between Shen Xia and the Shen family became public would Emerson finally feel safe enough to make a move. Otherwise, he’d just keep hiding in his shell.
That night, Hector stayed over at Cloud Peak.
After her shower, Patricia came out and sat on the chaise lounge, massaging her calves with essential oil. Oliver strolled over and started doing it for her, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
The bedroom lights were bright, and Patricia could see his face clearly. “Are you going on a business trip?”
Mr. Padilla looked up at her, just a hint of curiosity in his eyes. “Why do you ask?”
“Well, Hector hardly ever spends the night at Cloud Peak. The only times he does are when you two are heading out on a trip together.”
“Not this time,” Mr. Padilla replied. “He just didn’t feel like going home tonight.”
His rough fingertips traced lazy circles on her fair thigh, sending little ripples of electricity through her.
Patricia leaned back against the sofa, gazing at Oliver with a soft, dreamy look.
“All done,” he said, putting the cap back on the essential oil and setting it aside. He was about to get up when Patricia’s slender fingers hooked onto his silk pajama collar, pulling him closer.
“Not done yet,” she whispered.
The second their lips met, a jolt ran down Mr. Padilla’s spine.
Outside, the wind howled through the mountains, and the shadows of trees danced across the window.
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“Did Patricia want to talk to you?”


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