Chapter 303 The Unceasing Inquiries
A palpable tension filled the room as Malcolm's mood turned stormy. Justin, sensing the impending tempest, decided it was high time to make his exit.
With a forced chuckle, he announced, "Mr. Flynn, having delivered my report, I'll take my leave now."
Malcolm's silence was all the approval Justin needed to make a hasty exit.
Left behind in the study were only Reese and Malcolm, the atmosphere heavy with an eerie tension. Malcolm's gaze bore into Reese with an intensity that suggested he wanted to consume her whole.
He pondered what could possibly be going through her mind, as she seemed to be pushing her own husband towards another woman.
She must be overflowing with confidence, secure in the knowledge that he would remain faithful to her, guarding his fidelity as one would a precious treasure.
Under Malcolm's piercing gaze, any other person might have crumbled. But Reese, she met his stare with a calm, composed demeanor.
Far from wanting to end the situation, Reese was intrigued. She wanted to see how this drama would unfold. Feigning innocence, she offered, "Are you too shy to bring it up? Don't worry, I'll talk to Everly about it. I'm sure she'll be thrilled."
As she reached for her phone to call Everly, Malcolm swiftly snatched it from her grasp.
"Do you truly believe I would call her, Reese? That I would accept any woman you throw my way?" Malcolm's voice was laced with a sharp edge.
What was it that this woman failed to comprehend? He was a man in demand, with countless women vying for his attention, yet none had managed to capture his interest. Only Reese had managed to ensnare his heart, and yet she seemed oblivious to his feelings—or was she merely pretending?
When Malcolm took her phone, Reese didn't resist. Instead, she regarded him with calm, bright eyes.
"I'm merely playing along, aren't I?" she countered.
After all, he was the one who had threatened to take another woman if she didn't accompany him. Those words had come from his own mouth; how could he now turn the tables and blame her?
Malcolm was being utterly unreasonable.
Upon realizing the implications of her words, Malcolm quickly caught on. Yes, he had said it, but that wasn't the point.
His eyes narrowed slightly, as if to punish her, his hand clamping around her waist and tightening suddenly. Reese let out a squeal, ticklish under his touch.
"Stop, it tickles..."
"So, are you going to tell me the truth? You really don't mind me going with someone else?"
Today, Malcolm was determined to make his elusive wife admit her feelings, by any means necessary.
Reese found Malcolm hard to handle. She had never expected this man, who always appeared so aloof and proud, to behave like a petulant child in private.
And now he was even resorting to threats.
She chuckled and wriggled free, "I'm not joking with you. You were the one who wanted to find someone else to accompany. What am I supposed to do? Throw a tantrum, sulk, and pick a fight with you? Besides, social obligations like this are normal. If I were to watch you like a hawk all the time, it would drive you mad."
Wasn't she merely creating a bit of breathing space for both of them? Like those TV shows that always preached about the importance of personal space?
However, Malcolm had a different perspective.
"I wish you were always by my side," he confessed. "I wish you were jealous—to the point of keeping me away from other women. That would prove to me how much I mean to you, make me feel valued."
He yearned for constant affirmation, unending love.
Holding Reese's shoulders, Malcolm looked into her eyes with a seriousness that was almost tangible. "If you ever doubt this, let me make it crystal clear: I love you, and you can ask for that assurance over and over again."
Reese felt a subtle shift in her emotions as she listened. She had never met a man like Malcolm before—she had always believed that wealthy, powerful men weren't serious about love.
At first, Malcolm didn't seem entirely reliable—at least, that's how men often appeared to her, their bravado outshining their actions.
She didn't want to get hurt, yet recently, her views on Malcolm had started to change, along with her feelings.
His words seemingly swayed her once more.
Still, pride held her back from showing it too clearly.
"Do we really have to go?"
Malcolm pulled Reese onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her, his voice tender. "GlobalMacro Group has strong ties with Grandpa Flynn, and our families go way back. Even if I didn't want to go, Grandpa Flynn wouldn't have it."
Reese understood, and nestled comfortably in his embrace.
"Why didn't you just say that earlier?"
"I was worried you wouldn't want to go, and I couldn't force you."
He didn't want to pressure Reese, the woman he loved. He wished for her to act on her own accord, without feeling restricted.
Reese always responded better to a gentler approach, and Malcolm knew this well.
With Malcolm putting it that way, it would seem rude if she backed out now.
She quirked an eyebrow. "Tonight?"
"Yes, at 7:30 p.m. There’s still plenty of time, and you look beautiful in anything. No need to spend too much time getting dressed."
When it came to complimenting his wife, Malcolm was extravagant with his praises, almost as though he was eager to infuse her with all the splendid words in the world.
If sheer will to impress was a survival trait, Malcolm was a Darwinian exemplar.
Reese wasn't fond of smooth talkers, but when Malcolm said these things, she couldn't help but feel utterly delighted.
On the surface, she remained cool as ice, seemingly unphased by anything.
She patted Malcolm's leg lightly. "Well, since you're asking so nicely, I'll tag along. But just a heads-up, I can't promise I won't stir up some trouble."
After all, GlobalMacro Group was a distinguished corporation. The event would surely draw a crowd, among whom, some might not be her biggest fans.
That was sure to spell trouble.
Hearing her warning, Malcolm couldn't help but pinch her creamy cheek.
"No worries. Whatever happens, I've got your back. Besides, who would dare mess with Malcolm's wife? They'd be signing their own death warrant."
Reese chuckled, her eyes curving into crescents – a softness replacing her usual sharpness, giving off a warm vibe.
Malcolm cherished this warmer side of Reese. At last, she was letting her guard down, not keeping everybody at arm's length.
Glancing at her watch, Reese said, "I should get ready then."
A smile spread across Malcolm's face upon her words.
"My wife will undoubtedly be the belle of the ball."
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