Chapter 543 Holding You Is the Most Comfortable
The next morning, Brooklyn woke up at 8:30 AM.
For someone who usually woke up at 7:00 AM sharp unless she had a night shift, this was a record.
The reason was simple: last night, Sebastian seemed possessed, demanding her over and over again. Despite her pleas for mercy, he wouldn't let go.
So now, even though she was awake, she felt completely drained, especially her waist, which felt like it didn't belong to her anymore.
Brooklyn rubbed her sore waist and arms, which had been exhausted by Sebastian.
When she turned her head, she met Sebastian's mischievous, handsome face.
She instinctively moved away, "Hey, you had enough last night. No more mischief this morning."
Sebastian lazily opened his sleepy eyes, his large hand reaching across the pillow to catch her hair.
He followed the strands up to her neck and, with a gentle pull, brought Brooklyn into his arms.
Brooklyn couldn't resist and had to snuggle into his embrace.
But she was thoroughly scared; when Sebastian got impulsive, he turned into the fiercest kind of wolf.
She pressed her fingers against his chest and declared, "Stay put. No more funny business."
Sebastian chuckled at her resistance, his morning voice husky and seductive, "What are you afraid of? We had the main course last night. This morning would just be dessert. You can handle it."
Brooklyn bit her lip and punched him playfully, "No way. I have to go to work at the hospital today. Do you want me to walk with a limp or pass out from exhaustion on the way?"
Sebastian caught her small hand and pressed it against his chest, his other hand weaving through her long hair, which spread out on the pillow like a dense, dark forest.
His pale fingers moved through the strands, full of endless allure.
"Alright, I won't. Just let me hold you for a while."
Brooklyn pouted, "Darling, it's already 8:35 AM. Are you sure you don't need to get up for work?"
Sebastian lazily closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of his fingers running through her hair, "No rush. I already have a handle on today's company matters. The Turner Group's stock hit the limit down, and MBK's stock price soared. These things are boring compared to holding you and sleeping."
At the Mitchell Group office building.
Bianca sat in the CEO's office, holding a newspaper.
[Aqua Vista City's billionaire Marc arrested, his billion-dollar fortune under police investigation.]
The black-and-white text, accompanied by a clear photo, took up the entire front page.
In the photo, Marc looked furious, arguing while handcuffed and restrained by two police officers.
This news was undoubtedly the best Bianca had received in years. The suffering she had endured had finally paid off.
The Gomez family's massacre would be vindicated with Marc's arrest.
Bianca's grip on the newspaper tightened, almost crumpling it.
The corner of the paper was crushed in her hand, and tears fell onto the page.
Her heart ached, overwhelmed by complex emotions.
When she closed her eyes, she could hear the cries of her parents, sister, and brother.
They must have begged for mercy before being brutally killed, with no one escaping the black hands of their murderers.
Bianca couldn't hold back the tears she had suppressed for years.
She covered her face with her hands, her frail shoulders shaking with sobs, looking like a broken doll in the chair.
At that moment, Bianca was no longer the strong, domineering woman she usually was. She was just a woman who wanted to cry out her emotions.
Brandon, holding a contract, walked in without knocking and saw Bianca sobbing.
A sharp pain pierced his heart, and he stopped in his tracks.
From a few feet away, Brandon watched Bianca cry softly, his throat tightening. He hesitated for a few seconds before approaching.
Bianca felt herself being gently pulled into an embrace. She instinctively wrapped her arms around Brandon's waist, clinging to the man who had entered her world at her most vulnerable moment, and cried her heart out.
Brandon's nose stung, almost bringing tears to his eyes. He awkwardly but gently patted her back, "Let it out. Maybe it'll make you feel better. I'm here with you. Just cry."
Bianca cried in his arms for a long time. When she finally stopped, she pulled away and regained her usual composure.
"Thanks, Mr. Hernandez. I need to go to the restroom."
Brandon was stunned!
He held his arms in a hugging position, but she was already gone! He was processing the moment, but Bianca had already composed herself and left with a simple excuse.
Brandon stared blankly at her retreating figure, blinking in confusion, "Damn, was I holding her just now? What is this woman made of?"
Bianca turned on the faucet, splashed water on her face, and wiped off her makeup, revealing red, tear-streaked eyes.
It had been so long since she cried, and the marks on her face were clear.
She took a few deep breaths, and her mind flashed back to Brandon's unfamiliar yet gentle embrace.
With mixed feelings, Bianca composed herself and returned to the office.
Brandon sat in the chair opposite her. They locked eyes for a few seconds before Brandon finally spoke.
"This is the contract Mr. Kingsley drafted to purchase the Turner Group. The purchase is in Mrs. Kingsley's name, handled by the Mitchell Group's legal team. You need to oversee it. Take a look."
Bianca was visibly surprised, "So soon? The Turner Group's situation is bad, but not bad enough to sell the company immediately, right?"
Brandon shrugged, answering her question while studying her with a different look.
"The Turner Group's liquid assets were taken by Simon. Without funds and unable to secure bank loans, how long do you think they can last?"
Bianca flipped through the document, noting its clarity and detail. It was well-prepared, not hastily written.
Sebastian had been planning to acquire the Turner Group for a while. He was cunning!
"Alright, I'll discuss this in the meeting later." Bianca put down the document and reached for the phone.
Brandon grabbed it first, his determined gaze locking onto hers, "Bianca, you're a person, a woman. You're not a machine. Give yourself some time to be vulnerable. Is that so hard?"
Bianca straightened up, her hands clasped on the desk, her professional attire and neat hairstyle making her look like a cold-blooded queen.
"Mr. Hernandez, just because you saw me cry once doesn't give you the right to interfere in my life."
Brandon's grip tightened, but his gaze remained passionate. "Ms. Gomez, how old are you?"
Bianca frowned, not expecting the question, "Twenty-nine. Why?"
Brandon nodded, then seriously analyzed, "At twenty-nine, a woman should be living a different life, not being a workaholic. You're not a warrior; you don't need to push yourself so hard."
"Mr. Hernandez, are you trying to say I'm old and unwanted?" Bianca's tone was already displeased.
No woman liked being asked about her age or having her personal life criticized!
Brandon moved closer, "Bianca, you need to be taken care of, you know?"
Bianca laughed bitterly. Taken care of?
Since the Gomez family massacre, she had forgotten she was a woman.
Care? That word was too distant, almost nonexistent in her world.
Was it something she could have?
Bianca's laugh was full of sarcasm, "Brandon, if you're here to upset me, you've succeeded. Please leave!"
She pointed to the door, coldly dismissing him.
But Brandon grabbed her hand, firmly holding it, "Listen, Bianca, listen carefully. I want to take care of you."
Bianca's hand felt heavy, her lips trembling, "What did you say?"
Brandon held her hand tightly, repeating, "I want to take care of you. From now on, your life is my responsibility."
"Brandon, are you kidding me? Take care of me? Do you know who I am? I'm Marc's woman, understand?"
Bianca laughed loudly, almost crying again.
"I don't care! You don't need to explain. I know everything about the Gomez family and what you did for them. But listen, Bianca, I like you. I want to take care of you. I like you! Understand?"
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