Mysterious Little Wife

Chapter 4: Where Did It Go Wrong Again?

The night sky was aglow with bright city lights. Inside the office of a high-rise, Lillianna was nervously

glancing at Sam.

"I'm sure you're exhausted," Sam said, taking her in his arms with one hand.

His voice was soft and deep enough to lose one's mind.

Lillianna shook her head gently. "It was you who worked so hard to prepare such a big surprise for me,"

she said, with a joyful tone in her voice.

She was more thrilled than exhausted.

She was finally the fiancée of the man she had had a crush on since kindergarten.

Sam lifted a faint grin. As he brushed his fingers over her face, he added in a gentle tone, "I'll take care

of the engagement. You focus on your studies at school, okay?"

Lillianna nodded before looking up at Sam with a face as red as an apple.

Sam was a tall guy, standing around 6’3” feet tall. Even when he was half-seated on his office chair, he

was still towering.

It was hard to put into words how attractive and classy he was.

With just a smile, he could drive her insane.

Lillianna had given a lot to get this man.

Not only did she have her eye on Sam, but so did plenty of other upper-class women. She tried to keep

her true self hidden and only present him what he liked.

Though she had far too many competitors, God was merciful and noticed her give. She eventually

moved Sam.

It was already chilly outside in New York, where the snow was scarce and falling heavily. Lillianna,

however, was swelteringly hot.

She could feel the ambiguity flowing wild as she leaned against Sam's chest.

Was it finally going to happen?

She didn't mind that she wasn't his first woman, for it was more than enough to be his last.

Besides, doing it in the office was a different kind of excitement.

It was something Lillianna was looking forward to. Just then, she was suddenly anchored to Sam's

body as his palms explored her waist.

The brush of his breath made her feel weak, not to mention the seductive way he called out to her.

Lillianna had lost her mind at this point. "Sam," she whispered.

She yearned for Sam's kisses as much as he yearned for hers.

He slowly lifted her chin, and in between leaning in, the two had grown closer to each other's lips.

Lillianna dare not to even breathe. It seemed as if her heart was straining to stop beating.

However, she didn't get what she was hoping for. Sam came to a halt just a few millimeters from her

lips.

"Sam?" Lillianna slowly opened her eyes and asked cautiously, "What happened?"

"What's that smell on you?" Sam asked with a frown. His voice, which had been gentle just then,

became distant.

Lillianna panicked. She sniffed at herself and replied, "It's MB's limited edition perfume. What's wrong

with it?" Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Sam drew his brows together and lowered his gaze. As his face was hidden in the

darkness, Lillianna became even more terrified. She couldn't see his face, nor could she read his

emotions. "Sam?"

"It's getting late." Sam gently pushed her out of the way and moved the stool to the back. Then he

stood up straight and walked towards the french window, leaving Lillianna with nothing but his back. "I'll

have someone to send you back."

"Sam, what's the matter? Did I do something wrong?" Lillianna grew anxious. She couldn't understand

why Sam's attitude had shifted so suddenly. "Tell me what I've done wrong, and I'll change!" She

pleaded, taking a few steps forward and clutching Sam's sleeve.

"You've done nothing wrong. You should go home now. You have school tomorrow," Sam said with a

faint smile, but his tone was strangely distant.

He gently pulled Lillianna's hand away and withdrew his sleeve. Then he raised his voice and

summoned the secretary.

Lillianna dared not dwell on it, despite the doubts in her mind.

Sam was the premier emperor of their city. Though he might seem gentle, Lillianna was well aware that

no one could stop him once he had set his mind to something.

Hence, she had no choice but to nod and reluctantly leave the office.

Still, what was the problem?

Why had the man who left a kiss on her forehead when he picked her up earlier suddenly become so

cold?

Where did it go wrong?