At that moment, Wyatt Hawthorne's phone rang.
Faye Vaughn gave him a little push. "It seems Miss Windsor is in a hurry."
Wyatt Hawthorne's gaze darkened. He turned her around, swept her up into his arms, and carried her into the private lounge attached to the office.
"Oh? I didn't know you had a room in here..."
Faye Vaughn was a little surprised.
The room was surprisingly large and spacious, complete with a luxurious bathroom.
'No wonder he used to say he was staying at the office and not coming home when he worked late. So this was why.'
"Rest here."
Wyatt Hawthorne tidied himself up slightly before turning and walking out of the room.
Outside the president's office, Simon Shaw was waiting. When he saw Wyatt Hawthorne emerge, he subconsciously glanced inside.
"What are you looking at?"
Wyatt Hawthorne's expression was icy as he spoke with displeasure.
