The CEO s Serious Pursuit

"Let's be together."

Mia Turner sat up in bed, bent over to pick up her skirt from the floor, and as she was about to slip it on, she heard the man's gentle voice behind her.

Her hand paused while holding the skirt, and she chuckled softly, turning back to look at the man leaning against the headboard: "Didn't we agree to keep it physical without involving our hearts?"

Ethan Blue lifted his lips slightly, his expression somewhat self-mocking: "I accidentally went too far."

He watched as Mia stood up and began putting on her skirt before him.

Her body still bore the various marks he had left moments ago.

After getting dressed, Mia ran her fingers through her blue-black, slightly curly hair that reached her waist, shining under the light. Then she turned to stare at Ethan: "Then you were too careless."

She bent over to pick up her handbag from the bedside table, preparing to leave.

Ethan leaned forward to grab Mia's wrist—the white sheets loosely draped over him, revealing glimpses of his well-defined, perfectly sculpted abs.

His brows furrowed slightly: "What kind of response is that?"

Mia glanced at the wrist she held in his grip, then raised her eyes to meet his slightly displeased look and gently smiled: "Aren't you smart enough to understand?"

As expected, a hint of anger began to emerge in Ethan's eyes.

She pulled her wrist free from his grip, took a few steps back indifferently, and declared: "From today onwards, our relationship ends here, and we shall not meet again in this martial world."

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Half a year later.

"Mia, there's a dinner party tonight. Come with me."

After the meeting, Mia was packing up to leave the conference room when her boss, Lauren Bright, approached her.

Mia was used to sudden dinner invitations, having attended many with Lauren.

Holding her documents, Mia smiled and nodded at Lauren: "Okay."

"Come to my office after work, and we'll go together."

"No problem."

Lauren patted Mia's shoulder with a smile and walked out of the conference room ahead of her.

Watching Lauren's figure disappear at the door, Mia sighed heavily and took out her phone to return a call to Eleanor Turner.

As soon as the call connected, Eleanor started talking non-stop.

"Mia, I'm about to go shopping for groceries. What would you like for dinner?"

"Braised pork, sour fish, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, chive pancakes, clams?"

"Do you want pork belly? If you'd like, I can buy some to fry later."

"Or would you prefer salt-baked chicken or pineapple duck?"

Hearing Eleanor list her favourite dishes, Mia felt a tight grip around her throat, unable to speak from discomfort.

"I made your favourite sugar sponge cake this morning but accidentally added too much sugar. It's a bit too sweet."

"Mom..."

Eleanor sat at the doorway, changing shoes with the phone on speaker beside her.

"What's wrong, Mia?"

Mia held the phone, took a deep breath, and apologized: "Sorry, Mom, I have a sudden work engagement and can't come home for dinner."