Chapter 321: Unexpected Suspicions

The elevator chimed softly as the doors glided open, prompting nearly twenty assistants and secretaries to promptly stand and bow respectfully. Fraser, accompanied by Summer, strode directly into his presidential office. The office was as luxuriously understated as ever. Massive floor-to-ceiling windows offered a sprawling view of Havenbrook’s mirage-like skyline, with the city’s iconic buildings nearby. A whole row of luxury car models still claimed prominence on the wall, and a new addition was a golf practice area in one corner of the office.

“Why did you bring me to your office?” Summer asked.

Fraser wrapped his arms around her petite frame from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. His voice, deep and seductive, purred, “From now on, you can come in whenever you like.”

“I’m not bored enough to check up on you,” Summer retorted haughtily.

“Oh, you,” Fraser chuckled, pinching her cheek. “Others can’t just come here as they please.”

“Then go find someone else?”

Fraser’s voice was magnetic and tender. He said casually, “Can’t help it; my heart’s already full, no room for anyone else.”

Summer couldn’t help but curl her lips slightly. A bright smile spread across her face like a summer breeze. She leaned back against his broad chest, glancing up at him sideways. Fraser’s profile was chiseled and noble, from the high bridge of his nose to his perfect jawline—his face was irresistibly handsome.

She suddenly remembered the last time she was here to transfer the remaining 500 million dollars to the Stewart Group, and then Fraser had proposed she become his girlfriend. That was the beginning of their story, she thought, smiling even wider, her fingers lazily tapping on his arm. Fraser felt the light, ticklish touch on his arm and hugged her even tighter, nearly melding her against him.

A smile formed on Summer’s lips. “You said you wanted me as your girlfriend; was that premeditated?”

Fraser glanced at her, nibbling gently on her delicate earlobe. His voice, low and enticing, murmured, “Looks like it.”

Summer blinked slowly, and after a moment, her voice soft, “Fraser, do you really like me?” Or did he just think I was conveniently there and good-looking enough? And she was carrying his child. Was it all just a misunderstanding…

“Don’t you believe it?”

Summer did believe—believed in Fraser’s kindness and everything he did for her. But she was more afraid. Afraid that one day he’d wake up and realize he just liked her, that it wasn’t true love. If that happened, she wouldn’t have the strength to get back up.

Fraser watched as Summer’s long, lush lashes fluttered, her eyes twinkling. He lifted her up and sat her on the wide office desk, standing right in front of her, face to face. He lifted her chin, his gaze deep and serious. “Listen carefully, Summer, I fell for you a long time ago.”

And so, she looked into his deep, mysterious eyes, so profound and gentle, captivating her heart. Summer leaned back slightly. Accidentally, she knocked over a photo on the desk. She glanced at it briefly. It was the “little girl and dog” picture she hadn’t seen clearly last time. Remembering this, Summer knew it was about Fraser’s first love. But right now, she didn’t want to hear him speak fondly of another woman.

Reflexively, Summer jumped off the desk. “I… need to go back.”

“Go where?”

“Home.”

“Aren’t you going to look at the photo?”

Closing her eyes, she said defiantly, “I don’t want to! Everyone has a past, and I respect yours.”

Fraser's chest spread warmth. “Summer, what are you overthinking, hmm?”

“I’m not overthinking anything.”

“If you’re not overthinking, why are you afraid to look?” Fraser teased her, his voice low and playful. “Afraid of seeing another woman?”

Caught by his accurate guess, Summer’s face flushed with a mix of annoyance and embarrassment. She turned to leave, but Fraser caught her hand from behind.