Chapter 411 - 386: Are You Afraid of Me?

Nancy Hughes, now free, turned to leave, but stopped when she saw Dylan Heston starting to take off his clothes.

She swallowed hard. "What are you doing, taking off your clothes!"

"What do you think?"

She shook her head violently. It wasn’t that she couldn’t guess, but that she didn’t dare to.

Dylan Heston shrugged off his suit jacket and began unbuttoning his shirt. He left it wide open, clearly revealing the firm muscles of his chest.

He strode toward Nancy Hughes, who backed away repeatedly. "Don’t come any closer! Calm down, it’s the middle of the day!"

Watching him warily, she kept backing up until there was nowhere left to go, her back pressed firmly against the wall.

She was about to warn him not to do anything rash, but before she could speak, he had already grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms.

"Let go of me. I have to get back to the office." But she couldn’t pry his hand away, and she couldn’t sit up.

"Just nap with me for a little while." Instead of letting go, Dylan Heston pulled Nancy Hughes even tighter into his embrace.

He rested his chin on her forehead. "Having you sleep beside me... it helps me rest easy."

’Listening to him, you’d think he hadn’t had a single peaceful night’s sleep before he met me.’

"Stop it. I really have to get back to the office!"

’Now I’m really done for. My team leader didn’t see me at the meeting. When I get back, he’s going to tear me a new one.’

’And it’s during work hours, but I’m out here... Does this count as skipping work?’

"It’s already ten o’clock. Even if you went back to the office now, you’d still be late," Dylan Heston said, having read her mind. "You might as well stay and nap with me for the morning."

"..."

She wanted to refuse, but she couldn’t break free from Dylan Heston’s grasp and could only let him hold her.

There was nothing she could do. She could hear Dylan Heston’s soft breathing behind her, each warm puff of air brushing against her ear.

It felt warm and ticklish.

She hadn’t slept well last night either, and now, nestled in Dylan Heston’s arms, she was starting to feel drowsy. She let out a yawn.

The man behind her seemed to be asleep. Only then did she completely let her guard down, close her eyes, and drift off as well.

’Just as Dylan Heston said, even if I rushed back to the office now, I’d still be late.’

After their nap, they both felt refreshed.

Nancy Hughes still felt awkward being alone with Dylan Heston. ’I must look terrible right after waking up.’

She ran a hand through her hair, embarrassed. "You’re awake!"

Dylan Heston grunted in acknowledgment, sitting up. He turned his head to ask her, "Are you hungry?"

She nodded repeatedly. Seeing his wrinkled shirt, she frowned.

They ordered room service. About ten minutes later, the doorbell rang.

Dylan Heston was in the bathroom showering, so Nancy Hughes tossed her phone aside and ran to open the door.

She was expecting a waiter, but was surprised to see an unfamiliar man instead.

The man had a refined, gentle air about him. A pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose made him look even more scholarly.

"Hello, Miss Hughes."

She looked at the man in confusion. "Hello. And you are...?"

’He knows me?’

"I’m Mr. Heston’s secretary, Kyle Kerr. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Hughes."

"Hello, Mr. Kerr."

"Miss Hughes, there’s no need to be so formal. You’re Mr. Heston’s girlfriend. You can just call me Kerr."

Nancy Hughes gave a forced laugh and quickly let Kyle Kerr into the room.

Kyle Kerr had brought a change of clothes for Dylan Heston. As a secretary, he was thorough in everything he did.

When Dylan Heston came out in the fresh clothes, Kyle Kerr began briefing him on his afternoon schedule.

Nancy Hughes sat to the side, fiddling awkwardly with her phone.

She had no interest whatsoever in Dylan Heston’s work-related matters.

’Still, it looks like he’s been really busy lately.’

Nancy Hughes tilted her head, staring blankly at her phone screen. She was starving.