Late Love: Winning Back the Runaway Wife

sigh inwardly and accept the assignment.

tly furrowed. The order came from Hunt Corporation-it was a design job for

r supposed connection with Ethan and figured she'd be the perfect

insufferable attitude and-slightly annoyed-grabbed he

rom his team, unexpectedly sneezed twice. Rubbing his nose

.

ours

boiling o

stead, she walked in the blazing 28-degree sun for over an hour, trekking from

wave of cool air hit her, finally easing th

gn Studio. I'm here about the outfit for

but the immaculately dressed receptionist ju

with Swiss indie designers. When did we sta

e receptionist couldn't help but sneer at Emma's simple T-shirt and je

Without a word, she slung her bag over her sh

on the top floor. No surprise there-he alway

passed an empty desk, and without thinking twice, pus

to walk in on a scene str

s massive desk. Her body was practically draped over his thigh, arms snaking behind his w

about to heat up...

n, the woman looked up, irritation fl

re you? Ever he

thinking she'd get a moment alone with him. Nope. Didn't

he woman glaring e

htly amused as she took in the scene-Ethan sitting there like

re interrupting? Then get lost!" The woman's attitude explode

looked up and dropped a

inking he had her back. She strai

at? Mr. Hunt tol

lf as she adjusted her bag and turned to go. But t

eant

lips parting like she wanted to say something. But when

. Hunt. I'm

scurried out like a dog wit

eyes back to him. "I'm the designer a

kno

d stood up, brushing off his

you were coming? I could've

laugh. "Pick me up? If I'd said I was comi

ren't, she was still legally his wife.

k, arms folded over his chest, a faint smirk on his face,

edge in her expression had softened a bit. She dug into her bag, pull

d over there, arms out.

ntly at the serious look on her fac

lked over, business-like and foc