Chapter 49

Layla blushed and shivered at such a straightforward statement. "Who... who said I would sleep with you? You're dreaming."

"Mhm, I've dreamt it a few times, but dreams can't compare to the intensity of reality's pleasure, don't you agree?"

How did he suddenly become so frivolous? What happened to that cold and arrogant man?

However, even in this state, he was still very charming. Probably no woman could resist him except her.

Although she said that, Layla's legs were trembling a bit.

She forcefully brushed his hand away. "Go away now and don't disturb me while I'm working overtime."

"Have you had dinner?" he asked.

Only then did Layla realize she hadn't eaten.

She had a habit of not stopping to rest or eat once she entered work mode, even forgetting about meals.

Her stomach was a bit hungry now.

"I've been so busy, who has time to eat? I have two packs of cookies in my bag."

"I haven't eaten either. Come eat with me." Samuel naturally took her hand.

This action stunned both of them, and both of their gazes fell on their joined hands.

Holding hands, isn't that something only couples do?

Samuel's heart stirred for a moment, but he didn't let go. Instead, he tightly intertwined his fingers with hers, enclosing her hand in his palm.

Layla felt a jolt, and the heat from his hand spread through her body, causing her cheeks to blush slightly.

Like being electrified, Layla hurriedly tried to withdraw her hand, but he wouldn't allow it and instead held on tighter.

Layla had to push him with her other hand. "I don't want to eat, you go by yourself, I'm busy."

"It's no big deal, I can give you a pack of cookies."

"Mr. Holland..."

Layla was pulled into the elevator, feeling helpless. Oh well, she'll just quickly go eat before getting busy with work again.

But she noticed that Samuel didn't press the button for the first floor, but for the top floor.

"Why are we going to the top floor? That's where the President's office and the board members work. I'm just an ordinary employee, I can't go there."

Layla hurriedly pressed the lobby button, but the man's tall figure blocked the elevator buttons.

"Don't make a fuss. Wherever you want to go, just go. Do you think the Holland Group is your family's business?"

"It actually is."

Layla chuckled and glanced at him. "You're bragging. Just because we have the same last name, doesn't mean it's your family's business. Then I guess I'm Miss Adkins from the Adkins Group."

"If it were mine, then what?"

Samuel's interest was piqued, his pitch-black eyes fixed on her.

Layla treated it as him boasting and casually responded, "Then I'll marry you!"

Samuel smirked. "Ambitious enough to be the wife of the Holland Group's President."

"Of course, who in the company doesn't want to be the President's wife? I heard that he not only has strong work abilities but also looks very handsome with a great physique." Layla had heard quite a bit of gossip lately.

A man capable of driving all the female employees in the company crazy must have some charm. She couldn't help but feel a little curious.

"You've been in the company for so long, you must have seen the President; is he really that handsome?"

Due to his face, which had received so much attention since childhood, Samuel couldn't be more indifferent, even finding women's infatuation with him annoying.

But right now, with just a few words from this little girl, he was somewhat elated, his vanity slightly satisfied.

"I can only say that they have great taste."

"Wow, if even men say he's handsome, then he must be really handsome." Layla's eyes gleamed. She wasn't obsessed with looks, but are there any girls who don't like to look at handsome guys? Especially those who are not only good-looking but also outstanding in their abilities.

"Similar to me."

Layla rolled her eyes at him without guilt. "The President must be a hundred times, no, ten thousand times more handsome than you!"

As they were talking, the elevator had already reached the top floor. Samuel took hold of Layla's hand and led her towards the terrace.

"Hey, that... that over there is the President's exclusive terrace. We can't go..."

Layla crouched down on the ground, almost being dragged along.

"It's late, no one is here."

"But there are surveillance cameras; we'll get fired! Holland..." What was his name again? She couldn't remember his name every time she tried to think of it.

Layla was dragged onto the terrace, which was arranged like a starry garden. Looking up, there were countless stars, and across from them were rows of towering skyscrapers, brightly lit, offering a panoramic view of the bustling city.

"This view is definitely incomparable to the 30th floor," she exclaimed, her amber eyes widening in awe.

"It's beautiful here," she sighed, reluctant to even blink her eyes.

"Is it? It becomes ordinary after looking at it for a while," Samuel replied indifferently, sipping his glass of red wine.

When he used to be crushed at the bottom, he struggled to climb up, vowing to see the view from the top of the pyramid. But no matter how magnificent and prosperous the era was, seeing it alone wasn't interesting, only lonely.

It would be different with someone by your side.

He glanced at the woman next to him, her face full of surprise, and for the first time, his heart didn't feel empty.

"No wonder so many people want to climb up. The view from up high is truly beautiful," Layla sighed. However, there are only a few people in this world who can see such a view; they are very rare.

"No matter how beautiful it is, it's better to have someone to share it with." Samuel felt this only in this moment, standing shoulder to shoulder with her. He used to think he was accustomed to loneliness, but now he realized that he longed for companionship.

In just a few days, he had changed a lot. His desire for her seemed to go beyond physical attraction and extended to emotional dependence.

Layla nodded in agreement, "Yes, after all, humans are social creatures. Apart from work, I don't really enjoy being alone."

"Where did you get the wine in your hand? It's meant for the President. You better put it back, it would be bad if you were discovered," Layla warned.

"It would be a waste to leave it there. There's also fries and fried chicken." Samuel remembered that she mentioned liking these. Somehow, he remembered and had Mr. Vandella buy them.

"Huh? The President actually eats fast food?" Layla walked over, drawn by the delicious smell, and saw a table full of fast food. "And it's still hot. It almost seems as though it was specially prepared for me."

"Eat it while it's hot. Besides, it will be thrown away tomorrow morning." Samuel replied nonchalantly.

After hesitating for a moment, unable to resist the tempting smell, Layla swallowed her saliva and said, "You're right." She picked up a chicken wing and took a bite, unable to stop herself.

"Crunchy and delicious. It would be even better with beer."

Fried chicken and beer, a perfect combination.

"You still dare to drink?" Samuel immediately scoffed.

Layla pouted and said, "I was just saying. When did I become timid around you? It's like I have to listen to everything you say."

Biting into the crispy fried chicken, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the city with a handsome man standing beside her, Layla couldn't help but sigh, "Thanks to you, I can see such a beautiful view and eat the President's fried chicken. Actually, if you weren't so bossy, being friends with you would've been quite nice."

He had helped her several times, and to be fair, he treated her well.

Samuel took a sip of his red wine, his posture as charming as a noble, and glanced at her. "Didn't you just say you wanted to be the President's wife?"