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Chapter 398: Love’s Massage

Chapter 398: Chapter 398: Love’s Massage

Benny Palmer followed her to the center of the office, then naturally raised his voice, "Let’s stop here for now. It’s late, and everyone must be hungry. Let’s go, my treat for dinner."

He intentionally created space for the two of them.

Christopher Hart didn’t stop him.

Lucas King was also very perceptive, immediately getting up to invite a few directors and some top lawyers in the legal circle, and the group gradually left.

Amelia Garcia stood with a smile on her face, waiting until they all left before slowly stepping forward.

As she passed by his desk, she placed her bag down casually.

Christopher Hart turned his chair with tacit understanding, greeting her with a tired yet gentle smile on his handsome face, holding her hand, "Why did you suddenly come by? Checking up on me?"

Amelia gave him a sideways glance, unwilling to engage, "If I hadn’t come, would you have told me anything?"

Such a big issue, concerning the survival of Seal-Cloud, and yet he hadn’t informed her at the first opportunity.

He probably intended to keep it hidden.

Thinking of this, Amelia’s face showed a touch of anger as she looked down at him, "Didn’t we agree not to hide things from each other anymore? Or do you think I can’t help, so it’s a waste of words?"

"How could I?" The man held her hands, pulling her closer, then buried his face in her bosom, hugging her quietly. His tone also became hoarse, "I’ve been too busy... so busy that I haven’t even had time for a sip of water, I didn’t have the chance to tell you."

This was the truth.

But more truthfully, he also didn’t want to tell Amelia, he didn’t want her to worry or to throw caution to the wind to help him.

Seal-Cloud’s situation now is like a bottomless pit, unless a large amount of capital is injected all at once, otherwise small contributions will just be swallowed up.

But he knew that this woman, although appearing delicate, was actually fierce and bold in doing things.

He was afraid he couldn’t persuade her.

So he did indeed think about hiding it.

But with her sensitivity and intelligence, even if he intended to hide it, he couldn’t keep it a secret for a few days.

Once Seal-Cloud stopped trading, she would recognize the seriousness of the situation.

Amelia originally intended to hold him accountable, but who knew he would suddenly show weakness, cuddling her so softly and speaking so weakly, it made her heart soften instantly.

With her hands on his shoulders, she sighed helplessly, mildly annoyed, "Don’t think just because you’re like this, I won’t be mad."

"I know you won’t..." His handsome face rubbed against her bosom, inhaling her scent, and his restless and busy heart instantly calmed.

He closed his eyes, knowing that the woman couldn’t resist him, and spoke in an increasingly soft tone, "You wouldn’t bear to be angry with me..."

The office was large, the lights bright, the surroundings quiet.

Outside, the night scene was bustling, with countless lights and lively chatter.

Amelia stood there, letting him hug her, as if in this vast sea of people only the two of them remained, depending on each other, that feeling of mutual understanding making her dissatisfaction dissolve by his act of endearment.

Indeed, she couldn’t bear to be angry.

They had gone through so much, even experiencing life and death, before finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.

Now, she couldn’t waste time on anger and arguments.

Thinking about him saying he hadn’t even had time to drink water, Amelia gently pushed his shoulder, wanting to leave.

But the man misunderstood, lifting his head from her bosom, his handsome face slightly frowned, "What’s wrong? Are you really angry?"

"Am I such a petty person?" She lowered her eyebrows, looking at the man and retorted, then explained, "Didn’t you say you’ve been busy all day and haven’t had time to drink water? I’m going to pour you some water, your voice is hoarse."

Mr. Hart immediately smiled, grinning like a big boy, then tightened his arms around her again, burying his head in her bosom once more.

"No need..." he still in that muffled voice, gently and slowly, "Holding you feels so comfortable, let me hold you a bit longer..."

Amelia felt her heart melt by his demeanor.

Thinking she couldn’t help with anything else, at least she could be his human pillow, so she stood still, letting him act spoiled.

Her hand naturally fell on the man’s shoulder, gently massaging him.

Who knew, Mr. Hart seemed to enjoy it and hummed, "My neck is also uncomfortable..."

She raised her eyebrows slightly, her soft fingers changed direction, landing on the back of his neck, "Here? Or here?"

"Mm, this hurts too... and a bit sore—"

Amelia applied pressure as she massaged, asking him, "Is this okay?"

"Mm, very comfortable... ah—"

"Does it hurt?"

"No, just sore and taut..."

"Have you been going to the hospital for rehab these days?"

"Went yesterday, had no time today."

"Can you walk now?"

"Not yet..."

Fearing he would rush, Amelia casually and gently reassured him, "It’s okay, this recovery speed is already very fast, take your time."

"Mm..."

The two chatted idly, Mr. Hart also enjoying a session of "love" massage.

The gloom that had been hovering over him unknowingly dissipated considerably.

After a while, Christopher Hart lifted his head from her embrace, his dark eyes filled with tenderness and smile, "I heard your stomach growling."

"Nonsense, it’s already eight o’clock, I’m starving. Hope has called several times, asking when I’ll be home for dinner." Amelia’s hands were sore from kneading, seeing him sit up, she took a step back as well, "Pack up, let’s go home and eat."

But Christopher Hart looked at her longingly, regrettably saying, "I still have things I haven’t finished."

She paused, meeting the man’s gaze, the earlier serene warmth suddenly overshadowed again.

She seriously asked, "Is the situation very bad?"

Christopher Hart, afraid she might be upset, didn’t dare hide anymore and nodded, "Most likely will need to stop trading to save ourselves."

"If trading stops, how long is the buffer period?"

"According to regulations, at most ten days or so."

For a stock restructuring, stopping trading usually requires resuming in about ten days, otherwise the negative impact on the company could be fatal.

Ten days...

Amelia had a plan in her mind and comforted, "I believe you can do it. The worst outcome is you temporarily lose your position as president of Seal-Cloud, but I think with your ability, regaining control is just a matter of time."

After saying this, she smiled again, "Besides, don’t you still have me? My career is flourishing, supporting you all is not an issue."

"Mm..." Christopher Hart nodded with a smile, holding her hand, gently massaging to relieve the fatigue from her earlier massage for him, "With you saying that, I have no worries."

It was getting late, and Amelia thought she should go back to accompany the children.

Since he couldn’t leave, she had to call Lucas King and ask them to bring back a takeaway dinner after their meal.

After hanging up, she reminded him worriedly, "No matter how busy, you have to take care of yourself. Wait a bit and eat something so you have the energy to continue working."

"Okay, I’ll listen to you."

"Then... I’ll head back first?"

The man looked at her, reluctant to let her go, suddenly saying, "Help me up."