Kenji lowered his head, pressing a kiss to her forehead, then slowly trailed down the bridge of her nose until he captured her lips. The kiss was deep, urgent, almost devouring. His palms roamed her back, fingertips digging in possessively, as if branding her as his.
"The Harrington family fortune… that's billions of dollars! Energy mines, hotels, resorts, yachts… everything would belong to our son. Emily's a girl—those old-fashioned board members might nitpick her inheritance rights. But if we give them a legitimate boy with pure bloodline? Who would dare challenge him?"
A warm, sweet rush flooded Yui's chest. She closed her eyes, savoring the strength of Kenji's arms around her. Yet in her mind, Ned's cold, aloof face involuntarily surfaced.
His father is getting old, and his heart condition is serious. If we can give him a grandson… he'll be so thrilled he'll transfer the shares straight to the boy.
The thought made her lips curve into an innocent-yet-calculating smile.
