Chapter 590 - 588: Let’s Continue
"I drove here, so I won’t trouble you, President Kane."
"How could it be any trouble? It would be my honor to take Miss Joyce home."
"President Kane..." As Aria Joyce spoke with a smile, her eyes landed on a man and a woman in the hallway, and she trailed off.
When Ian Shaw heard the man’s voice, he froze. He was holding the woman tightly, panting as he tried to rein in his urges...
The woman in Ian Shaw’s arms buried her blushing face in his chest, not daring to look up. He had already unbuttoned her clothes, so if he weren’t shielding her, she would have been completely exposed.
When President Kane noticed Aria Joyce had fallen silent, he frowned and followed her gaze.
He saw Aria Joyce staring at the embracing couple and sneered in disdain. When he turned back to her, his fawning expression returned. "Miss Joyce, see someone you know?"
"Of course not. President Kane, I still have things to attend to at the office, so I’ll be going now." Aria Joyce snapped back to reality, a sarcastic sneer on her lips.
Just as Aria Joyce was walking past them, Ian Shaw suddenly spun around, grabbed her arm, and said coldly, "I’ll take you."
Aria Joyce glanced at the woman beside Ian Shaw. Her hair was a mess and her lipstick was smeared. Blushing, she was hiding behind him, fumbling to button her clothes. Though the light was dim, Aria Joyce could still see that the woman was actually quite attractive. Her voice carried a hint of jealousy and a dose of scorn as she said, "No need, Mr. Shaw. You should take care of your little girlfriend."
’Ian Shaw had been pestering her nonstop lately. If his reputation wasn’t so terrible, she might have even suspected he actually liked her.’
"Little girlfriend? You mean her?" Ian Shaw chuckled, pulling the woman beside him into an embrace as he spoke with a roguish air.
"Mr. Shaw, you go on and get intimate with your little girlfriend. We won’t be a bother. Let’s go, President Kane."
"Oh." President Kane, looking pleasantly surprised, quickly agreed and hurried to keep pace with Aria Joyce.
Ian Shaw watched Aria Joyce leave with a man who looked to be in his forties, and a wave of irritation washed over him. ’Seriously? I’m a way better catch than that old geezer, aren’t I?’
’How could she be so ungrateful? Turning down a ride from me?’
’Countless women would kill for me, Ian Shaw, to take them home.’
The woman looked up and saw Ian Shaw was still staring at Aria Joyce’s retreating figure. She spoke softly, "Shaw, should we...?" At this, her cheeks flushed a deep red, and she lowered her head, too shy to look at him.
’When that other woman called her his little girlfriend, Ian Shaw didn’t deny it. How could she not be thrilled?’
Ian Shaw finally remembered the woman in his arms. His frustration with Aria Joyce had subsided a little. His gaze turned wicked as he sized up the woman’s face. ’On closer inspection, she’s actually quite palatable.’
’Clearly, he’d been so focused on making out with her that he hadn’t even bothered to get a good look at her face. He had no idea what she really looked like.’
Now that he’d had a proper look, the urges that had subsided came rushing back. He bent down, swept the woman up into his arms, and said with a raised eyebrow, "Let’s continue!"