Chapter 615 Don't Disturb My Wife
Reese had a lightbulb moment and jumped up, turning to Malcolm. "Babe, I think we should team up with them. These two companies are really taking off right now. It's a win-win. Partnering with them could be great for us and give them some fresh funding."
Reese added, "Plus, their advertising game was strong. We wouldn't even need to spend a dime on ads; it's like free publicity."
Malcolm saw the determination in her eyes and couldn't help but smile. He playfully pinched her nose. "You're always thinking about money. Can't you take a break from your career and focus on your husband for a bit?"
Reese grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Aren't I right here with you?"
Malcolm felt a tickle in his neck but also a warmth in his heart. He turned slightly, his breath hot against her ear, his voice low and teasing. "How about we... right here?"
"No way! This is the office; someone could walk in any second," Reese protested, her face flushing at the thought.
But Malcolm wasn't giving up, his hands wandering over her body. "I'll lock the door; no one will come in."
Reese felt her body tense up, her temperature rising, and their breaths quickening.
In the end, she couldn't resist Malcolm's charm.
This floor of the office was usually deserted. No one ever came by, so they had their privacy.
Later, thinking about how Malcolm had pressed her against the floor-to-ceiling window, Reese's face turned red. This guy was getting bolder and bolder; she wasn't sure how much more she could handle.
Malcolm called Justin to bring them some food. They'd been at it for a while and needed to refuel.
Justin knocked on the door.
"Come in," Malcolm said.
Justin walked in with the food containers, setting them on the table. "Mrs. Flynn, Mr. Flynn, this is from The Opal Plate, just like you asked. It's all Mrs. Flynn's favorites."
"Thanks," Malcolm said, handing Reese some utensils. He picked out some fish, carefully removing the bones before placing it in her bowl. "Here, babe, try the fish. It's really good."
Just as Reese was about to take a bite, she felt a wave of nausea. She quickly put down her utensils and rushed to the bathroom.
Malcolm followed her, worry etched on his face. He found her hunched over the sink, vomiting.
"Honey, are you okay?" he asked, his voice full of concern.
Reese's face was pale from all the vomiting. She managed to say weakly, "I think it's just because I haven't been eating properly lately. My stomach's acting up."
Malcolm still looked worried. "I'll have Justin call a doctor to check on you."
Reese shook her head. "No need. Remember, I'm a doctor myself. I can handle it."
Malcolm knew how stubborn she could be. If she didn't want to see a doctor, there was no point in pushing it.
"Alright, if you say so. Let's just rest on the couch for a bit," he suggested.
Reese nodded. "Okay."
Malcolm carefully helped her to the couch.
Seeing Reese come out, Justin looked concerned. "Mrs. Flynn, are you okay? Could it be the food?"
He quickly took a bite himself. "Tastes fine to me. Should I ask the chef if there's an issue?"
Reese waved him off. "It's not the food; it's just me."
She figured it was her own fault for not taking care of herself and thought she'd be fine after some rest.
Justin was nervous, worried about Malcolm's reaction if something happened to Reese.
"Mrs. Flynn, maybe you should listen to Mr. Flynn and see a doctor. It would put us all at ease," he suggested.
"No need," Reese insisted.
Malcolm told Justin, "If she doesn't want to, don't push it. Just get some lighter food."
"Okay," Justin said, packing up the dishes before leaving.
Malcolm turned to Reese. "You should rest today. I'll handle everything else."
Reese was exhausted and grateful for the office's resting area. "I'll take a nap. You handle the stock stuff."
"Alright, I'll call you when Justin brings the food," Malcolm said, helping her to the resting area. He gently laid her on the bed and covered her with a blanket.
As she lay down, Reese had a fleeting thought. "Stephen and Kenneth..."
"Don't worry about it; I'll have Justin handle it," Malcolm reassured her.
Reese nodded. "Okay, tell Kenneth I'm not helping him."
Just because Kenneth had been nice today didn't mean past issues were forgotten.
"Don't worry, honey. I'll pass the message," Malcolm assured her.
Exhausted, Reese quickly fell asleep.
Malcolm quietly closed the door and went downstairs, where he saw Jesse, who had just finished some tasks. Knowing Malcolm was Reese's husband, Jesse was polite. "Mr. Flynn, Ms. Brooks..."
"Where's Mr. Hawthorne?" Malcolm interrupted.
"In the lounge, with Mr. Brooks," Jesse replied.
Malcolm raised an eyebrow. "Both of them?"
"Yes, they're both inside," Jesse confirmed.
It was the first time Malcolm had heard of Stephen and Kenneth being in the same room, which was surprising.
He walked up, opened the door, and saw Kenneth and Stephen sitting silently. The atmosphere was tense, like they were waiting for something.
Malcolm knew they were waiting for Reese; it was obvious.
Stephen stood up when he saw Malcolm. "Mr. Flynn, Reese..."
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