Chapter 160 Chapter 160
At that moment, Enrico, still holding the tie, froze when he saw his boss take the silk accessory from his hand and hand it to the young woman beside him.
“Mrs. Wolf...” Nicholas smiled, a charming smile full of ulterior motives. “Would you mind helping your husband with his tie, please?”
The way he called her “Mrs. Wolf,” in that deep, velvety voice, made Caroline's heart race against her ribs.
She blushed violently, feeling the weight of the employees' stares, but took the tie.
“I... I'm not very good at this either,” she murmured, approaching him.
“Don't despise me if the knot is crooked.”
She tried to wrap the silk around his neck, but stopped halfway.
“Lower your head a little,” she asked, laughing nervously. “I can't reach you, even on tiptoe.”
Nicholas obeyed meekly. He leaned forward and lowered his head, bringing himself to her height.
With that movement, the distance between them disappeared.
While Caroline concentrated on tying the knot, Nicholas closed his eyes briefly, inhaling. He could smell the soft scent emanating from her hair and skin.
He had always disliked girls who wore strong perfumes. In his social circle, expensive, cloying perfumes were the norm, assaulting his sensitive sense of smell.
But her scent... was different. It wasn't artificial. It was light, sweet, and fresh, like a freshly picked peach or a wildflower in the rain.
He never tired of it.
It was addictive.
When he hugged her at night and buried his face in her neck, that scent acted as a natural sedative, calming his nerves and helping him fall asleep faster than any medicine.
“There. I'm done.”
Caroline tied the final knot, smoothed his lapel, and took a small step back to assess the result. A satisfied smile lit up her face.
“It's perfect.”
As she admired her work, she couldn't help but admire the work of art that was her husband.
He was, without a doubt, a unique specimen.
At 6'1", with broad shoulders and those endless legs... it was impossible to ignore his presence. Wherever he went, he dominated the room.
Not to mention that sculpted face, which looked like it had been designed by the gods.
He was the kind of annoying man who would look good wearing a potato sack. If he wore rags, the fashion world would probably copy him and call it “concept.”
But Caroline had to admit: he looked devastatingly handsome in formal wear.
The fitted black shirt and tailored pants enhanced his cool, elegant aura. The straight cut of the pants outlined his long, muscular legs, giving him a natural imposing presence.
He was the living embodiment of the “Authoritarian President” she read about in romance novels. Powerful, rich, and incredibly attractive.
Nicholas noticed that she was in a trance, her eyes shining with admiration as she scanned him from head to toe.
His male ego swelled. He smiled, pleased to have this effect on her.
Before she could react, he pulled her by the waist, pressing their bodies together again, and planted a loud kiss on her cheek.
“Ah!”
Caroline's eyes widened, her face instantly burning.
There were other people in the room!
Besides Enrico, who maintained a professional expression (though his eyes sparkled with surprise), several maids were nearby, tidying up the room. And he did it in front of everyone!
Caroline was trying to get used to intimacy in the bedroom, but public displays of affection still made her shy.
Fortunately, Nicholas knew when to stop. He didn't deepen the kiss, keeping the gesture sweet but possessive.
His dark eyes sparkled with amusement as he caressed her warm cheek with his thumb.
“Thank you, Mrs. Wolf,” he said, his voice hoarse, loud enough for everyone in the room to hear who she belonged to.
Caroline felt all eyes on her and wished she could hide inside his suit.
Caroline buried her face in his broad chest, trying to hide her intense blush as her heart pounded wildly against her ribs. The kiss still tingled on her skin.
Although it had been only a chaste peck on the cheek, it was the first time he had shown such intimacy in front of an audience.
And that title... “Mrs. Wolf.”
She liked it. She liked it very much.
There was a sweet possessiveness and reverence in the way his deep voice pronounced those two words, making her feel protected and loved.
Enrico, with his vast experience and age, managed to maintain his professional composure, although a glimmer of surprise and approval danced in his eyes.
However, the younger maids were not so lucky. They were at the age of dreaming of Prince Charming, and seeing that scene of romance live made their hearts race. Their cheeks flushed as if they were the ones receiving the kiss.
The looks directed at Caroline were pure envy—but not a malicious envy, rather one of admiration.
Rumors had it that the Big Boss had married out of obligation and didn't like his wife.
Well, those rumors were dead and buried now.
If that wasn't liking, then what was? He looked at her as if she were the only woman in the world. It was practically impossible to find a man so perfect, rich, and powerful who was still so affectionate in public.
Caroline had undoubtedly hit the jackpot in this life.
Nicholas personally instructed the driver, José, to take Caroline safely to the audition location, while he drove his sports car to the office himself.
Forty minutes later.
The car parked in front of the audition location. Caroline took a deep breath and got out.
The lobby was crowded. Tania, who was already eagerly awaiting her, ran towards her as soon as she saw her walk through the glass doors.
Caroline looked around and felt her stomach churn. The place was full of beautiful people. There were many aspiring actors and actresses, as well as several second- and third-tier celebrities she recognized from TV and magazines.
In terms of fame and resume, Caroline was at a total disadvantage. She was a nobody there.
The pressure began to weigh on her shoulders.
Still, she straightened her posture. She had a card up her sleeve: she knew the story.