Chapter 222

Sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting fragmented patterns across Ethan Roscente's office.

His slender fingers flipped through a merger proposal. The fountain pen left sharp strokes on the paper.

When Zachary Evans entered, the pen tip smudged a small ink blot.

"Speak." Ethan didn't look up, his voice icy.

Zachary swallowed hard.

"Miss Sophia's live reality show..." He hesitated. "Would you like to watch?"

The pen slammed onto the documents.

Ethan lifted his gaze. His dark eyes were like bottomless frozen pools. "Too much free time?"

Zachary stiffened. "I'll go finalize the quarterly reports!"

As the door clicked shut, Ethan tapped the spacebar.

The paused livestream resumed.

The camera focused on Sophia Lowell's profile. Her lashes cast delicate shadows when she looked down. A speck of sand clung to her nose.

Sebastian Valdemar stood beside her, sleeves rolled to his elbows, revealing toned forearms. He handed her a tool with practiced ease.

"Thanks." Sophia reached out, her fingertips brushing his hand.

The director instantly zoomed in.

Sebastian's Adam's apple bobbed. His fingers curled slightly as he withdrew. The way he looked at her dripped with tenderness.

The comments exploded.

[Just get married already!]

[That look says everything!]

[Rumor says they were inseparable in college.]

Ethan's knuckles whitened around the desk edge.

BANG!

The entire 28th floor heard the crash from the CEO's office.

When Zachary rushed in, the latest MacBook lay shattered on the floor—a modern art masterpiece. The screen's final flicker showed a flood of pink hearts.

Stealing a glance at his boss's stormy expression, Zachary had an epiphany—

Since when did Mr. Roscente watch reality shows?