Deanna's bedroom balcony had a nice view. From this spot, she could not only see the night view of the mountains but also the neon lights of the city at the foot of the mountain.
The night breeze blew gently on her face, easing away the day's frustrations, which felt quite comfortable.
Deanna stood there quietly, not knowing how long she had been standing.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Knock knock-
She frowned. Who could it be at this hour?
The door opened, revealing Lance standing outside.
"Mr. Mercer?"
For a moment, the two just looked at each other, their eyes meeting.
Deanna was wearing Lance's black shirt, which was too big and loose on her. Her long legs looked even fairer against the backdrop of the shirt.
It was the first time someone had worn his clothes in front of Lance...
For a moment, he was stunned by the sight.
Feeling his gaze, Deanna felt a little embarrassed.
She cleared her throat and asked, "Mr. Mercer, is there something else at this hour?"
Upon hearing this, Lance finally came to his senses.
He quickly replied, "I brought you a cup of hot milk. Drink it while it's warm."
"I'm sorry for scaring you today. We can leave the mountain early tomorrow morning."
Knowing that Deanna was worried about her child, Lance didn't waste any time.
Deanna took the milk, feeling the warmth in her hands.
She nodded, "It's okay, Mr. Mercer. Thank you."
Then, after bidding each other goodnight, they left.
Deanna sat on the bed, holding the cup of milk in her hands, feeling a warm sensation.
The next morning, after changing back into her own clothes, Deanna got into Lance's car and headed down the mountain.
Lance dropped Deanna off at her doorstep before leaving with a sense of relief.
"Dr. Deanna, have a good rest today."
"Mr. Mercer, thank you."
After a brief farewell, the car drove off to the company.
Because he hadn't been to the office yesterday, Lance had several meetings piled up.
He had been busy from eight in the morning until noon, dealing with one thing after another.
After finally finishing the last meeting, it was already past eleven in the morning.
Lance got up, rubbing his sore brow.
Just as he returned to his office and sat down for less than a minute, Xavier walked in from outside.
"Mr. Mercer, Miss Cody is here."
Upon hearing the words "Miss Cody," Lance's expression darkened instantly.
The Miss Cody Xavier referred to was Bella Cody.
The Cody family and the Mercer family had always been close, both in business and personal relationships.
Because of this, there had always been thoughts of a marriage alliance between the two families.
However, Lance had never entertained this idea.
Seeing his furrowed brows and impatient tone, Xavier answered, "Miss Cody is already outside. She said she's here to discuss work."
She's already outside, clearly forcing Lance to meet her?
Even if he didn't like it, he couldn't shut her out.
Lance's gaze turned cold. "Then let her in."
"Okay, Mr. Mercer."
The next moment, the office door was pushed open,
A young woman in her twenties walked in, graceful and beautiful, with long, flowing black hair cascading over her shoulders, accentuating her fair complexion.
Indeed, Bella Cody, the heiress of the Cody family.
Graduating from a prestigious university and taking over the family business for two years, she had managed to steer the Cody family's enterprise to greater heights, organizing it meticulously.
Moreover, Bella herself was extremely famous in high society circles.
With her beauty and intelligence, she had a string of admirers behind her.
Unfortunately, her heart belonged only to Lance, and she looked down on no one else.
As soon as Bella saw Lance, her almond-shaped eyes filled with deep affection and love.
She gently opened her red lips and softly said, "Lance."
In contrast to her reaction, Lance appeared extremely indifferent.
He didn't even spare Bella a second glance, but instead looked directly at the folder in her hand and asked, "What brings you here?"
Her cold tone sent shivers down Bella's spine.
She forced a slight smile from the corner of her mouth, seemingly undeterred.
"Lance, I came today to discuss the project that our two families collaborated on last time. I've prepared the documents. Would you like to take a look?"
Lance made a slight sound of acknowledgment, his face showing visible detachment and coldness.
He took the documents and glanced over them before pointing to a few places.
"These parts need revisions. Take it back and make the changes according to the email I sent."
Bella nodded, smiling lightly. "Alright, Lance."
"By the way, Lance, it's almost lunchtime. How about we have lunch together and discuss the details of our cooperation?"
"I know a newly opened restaurant nearby that reportedly has good food. We can..."
"No need."