Chapter 25
Darwin was not the typical CEO often depicted in novels.
He didn't have a tragic background. He wasn’t abandoned at birth. Instead, he was born with a golden spoon.
Fiona had been with him for five years. She had grown accustomed to his indifference and his superiority, adapting to his ruthless and cunning ways in the business world.
Other than Lilian, there was nothing that could bind him.
Fiona never regarded Lilian as a constraint on Darwin.
When he had a car accident, Lilian abandoned him and married into the privileged family. Darwin found a substitute to satisfy his addiction but didn't pursue her.
Fiona had seen Darwin in various states, but what lay before her now was the most disheartening. She looked away. Darwin's shirt was a little wrinkled from sleeping. As she looked at him, his good-looking face now bore with an unfamiliar sense of superiority.
"Are you possessed?" Fiona asked seriously.
Darwin's expression stiffened briefly before darkening.
"What did tell him about me?" Darwin asked aggressively because Harold had claimed that he forced Fiona into this
"I didn't say anything!" Fiona said as she walked toward the bedroom and picked up her phone.
The phone was on airplane mode and without a word, she knew who did it. Switching off the mode, she contemplated for a moment before deciding to send Harold a message.
"Harold, I'm sorry for what happened today. I hope you're not hurt. You can go back first, and I'll apologize to you once I'm done with work."
Harold didn't respond. Darwin’s manipulation had cost her her friendship with Harold.
"Let's talk."
Darwin walked in and sat on the sofa opposite Fiona.
Fiona looked at him and asked, "What do you want to talk about?"
"You have strong abilities at work," Darwin said seriously. "Solomon is going to launch an
energy project, and a new energy company will be established. I want to entrust it to you."
Stunned, Fiona asked. "What did you say?
"I said I want you to be the CEO of the energy company," Darwin answered in a serious and attentive manner .
Fiona had to admit, it was tempting. Yet as the temptation intensified, so did the cost she must bear to claim it. It was a truth she grasped well.
"No, thank you."
Fiona refused promptly. Despite her goals for a thriving career, her present circumstances had evolved. For the sake of the child, escaping from Darwin became her priority . Revealing the child's existence would jeopardize their safety.
"Fiona, don't be stubborn with me!" Darwin called her in a slightly exasperated tone.
Reluctantly, she changed her tone, afraid of angering Darwin.
"Alright, I will consider it."
"How long do you need?" Darwin asked .
"Let's wait until we get back to Bay City," Fiona replied vaguely.
Darwin was satisfied with that. As the CEO of an energy company, many would strive to win his favor, but he willingly handed the decision to her. During their time apart, Darwin closely observed Fiona, sensing an understanding dawning on him.
She harbored great ambition. A 20 million villa couldn’t satisfy her ambition, but being the CEO of an energy company, was different.
"Come, accompany me for dinner," Darwin said.
"I won't go," Fiona refused, "I have work to do."
Darwin frowned, realizing that a confrontational approach wouldn’t work with Fiona. It seemed like she responded better to softness than hardness.
"Do you want Italian cuisine?" he recalled her mentioning it earlier.
"Darwin, can you not do this? I'm not used to it." Fiona looked away.
Darwin was taken aback.
"What did I do? I just asked you what you wanted to eat."
Fiona smiled.
"Mr. Darwin, when have you ever cared about what I want to eat before?"
Darwin's face gradually darkened.
"Since we're on this topic, Mr. Darwin, I've been with you for five years. Don't you know what I like and dislike?"
Darwin went silent for a moment. "You can tell me now."
"Is there a need for that?"
As Fiona spoke, her phone rang.
It was Wyatt calling.
"Mr. Wyatt." Fiona's tone was distant and cold. "I accidentally put my phone on airplane mode and fell asleep in the afternoon. Are you here?"
"Why does your voice sound hoarse?" Wyatt asked, avoiding the question.
"I may have a slight cold," Fiona answered. "Do we need to meet before tomorrow's meeting?"
"How about having dinner together? We can talk while eating."
Before Fiona could answer, Darwin reached out and took the phone from her. "Find an Italian restaurant and send me the address on my phone."
Puzzled, Wyatt asked. "Who is this?"
"Your father." Darwin hung up the phone.
Fiona couldn't be bothered to argue with Darwin. She was getting ready to change her clothes.
Darwin tailed behind her, asking, "Where are you going?"
"To change." Fiona's clothes were all coordinated sets.
She reached into the wardrobe to take them out. Darwin, trailing behind her , reached out and effortlessly took the clothes. Then, he held her uninjured hand and walked to the side.
"What are you doing?" Fiona frowned in confusion.
"Helping you change clothes," Darwin said matter-of-factly.
"I don't need you to," Fiona firmly refused.
"Of course, you do," Darwin looked at her. "When I injured my arm while playing ball, you took care of me."
"That was my responsibility, and I was paid for it."
"Now you can pay me," Darwin insisted.
"Darwin... Don't be like this." Fiona sighed.
"Fiona, don't be like this," Darwin countered, hugged her waist and brought her closer. "You know I don't have much patience, so let's put it this way. To put it nicely, when you don't listen, I have to change my approach."
Darwin glanced at the big bed behind him. Fiona's back became frigid . She knew what Darwin meant by changing his approach. Without weighing the pros and cons. She gritted her teeth and let Darwin help her change clothes. It would have taken her only a few minutes to do it herself, but Darwin took more than ten minutes to finish the task because he was clumsy.
"Alright."
He withdrew his hand from Fiona, proceeded to put it back on her waist and leaned in to kiss the beautiful collarbone and the hickey on her neck.
"We still need a scarf."
"It's fine." Fiona pushed him away.
Darwin was like a dog, always leaving marks. Thas why she used concealer with strong coverage. After a moment, the mark on Fiona's neck disappeared. Darwin felt uncomfortable no matter how he looked at it, so he disdainfully picked up the concealer. "What's with this useless thing?"
"Without this useless thing, I had to wear scarves in the middle of summer for the past five years."
Fiona said and picked up her laptop bag, heading straight out. Darwin followed behind. Cautiously opening the door, they both thought Harold could still be standing outside.
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