The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 375: Chapter 375 Playing with Fire_1

375 You’ve seen me before

After the secretary recognized Greg Jensen and had him sit down in the office, she went back into the lounge and called for Taylor Ware.

Taylor Ware seemed to have just taken a shower, only wearing a nightgown that barely covered her rear, exposing two straight long legs in the air, plump and smooth, extremely white, and attractive.

As she walked, her muscles outlined, carrying a certain wild beauty.

Greg Jensen, captivated, couldn’t help but swallow his saliva, teasingly said, “Miss, this is the office, and you just came out in a nightgown?”

Taylor Ware, while drying her damp hair, walked over to lock the office door, then pouted and replied,

“What’s there to be afraid of, you’ve seen me before.”

“I…”

The fire within Greg Jensen suddenly flared up.

Unaware of her effect, Taylor Ware, with a smile, sat on the arm of the sofa, her smooth legs mere inches away from Greg Jensen’s hand.

“Are you trying to start something?” Greg Jensen asked with innuendo.

With a hint of pride, Taylor Ware tilted her head back, showing off her white neck, her gaze holding seventy percent provocation and thirty percent anticipation, she hummed,

“Do you have the guts? If you dare touch me, I’ll quit tomorrow, let’s see what you’ll do then.”

“Heh, at worst I’ll just sell the company.”

Taylor Ware was startled, “Would you really do that?”

“For a night with you, what wouldn’t I give up?”

“But…”

Taylor Ware clearly did not expect Greg Jensen to say such a thing, alarm flashing in her eyes, and before she could react, Greg Jensen had already reached out and grasped her arm.

Then, with a gentle pull, Taylor Ware’s body, which emitted a sweet fragrance, was already sitting in Greg Jensen’s arms.

“Ah, you… what are you doing? Let go of me, mhm…”

Taylor Ware’s eyes instantly widened, her body tensed up, frozen in place.

Her hands flailed about in the air, as if unsure where to rest them.

The oncoming rush of masculine scent, hot as a furnace, melted her heart and softened her stiff body.

Her body gradually slackened, like a boneless snake draped limply over Greg Jensen, murmuring indistinctly.

Moments later, Taylor Ware suddenly snapped to her senses, biting down hard on Greg Jensen’s shoulder.

Greg Jensen was the first man she had been vulnerable with, and she had fantasized about this moment countless times in her nocturnal dreams.

However, she didn’t expect this day to come so fast, so suddenly.

Furthermore, it was not until this moment that she realized all the preparation she had done for this day was unnecessary.

Now, she was like a marionette, moving as the invisible strings commanded her.

…

The outer office was the reception area where the secretary was drafting Taylor Ware’s schedule for the following week.

She typed rapidly, the crisp sound of the keyboard kept on incessantly.

Each keystroke, rhythmic, involuntarily enthralling.

After an unknown period, the typing suddenly ceased.

The secretary turned her head toward the office, listened intently with a puzzled look, and muttered, “Strange, what’s that noise?”

…

Sweat soaked her body, strands of hair on her forehead and temples clung tightly to her face due to the sweat.

Taylor Ware slowly stood up, her beautiful brows slightly furrowed, her hands instinctively pushed off Greg Jensen’s body.

“Don’t move, let me carry you.”

“First, help me get my nightgown.”

Taylor Ware did not refuse but coldly reminded.

Greg Jensen smirked, bending to pick up the nightgown, then held her in his arms and entered the bathroom in the lounge.

“Get out!” Taylor Ware said coldly.

Greg Jensen laughed, asked, “Can you manage on your own?”

“None of your business, get out!”

“Alright, I’ll be outside. Just call me if you need anything.”

Greg Jensen walked out of the bathroom, paused for a moment, and then his face broke into a delighted smile.

Looking up, he saw the pink bed sheets and duvet cover, and the set of black lingerie placed on top of them.

Besides the bed, the rest area had two separate armchairs.

Greg sat down in one of the chairs and then realized he was still holding Taylor Ware’s nightdress, which he brought to his nose and sniffed.

A faint, delicate fragrance entered his nostrils.

Taylor Ware was different from other women. Perhaps it was because she had spent years practicing with weapons, she naturally exuded an air of valorous spirit.

The satisfaction of conquering her was incomparable to others.

Of course, amidst the comfort and joy, Greg also felt a tinge of worry. What if Taylor really threw in the towel after what they had done?

It wasn’t like he could truly sell off the company, could he?

With his current status, he could entrust the company’s management to the Simmons family, but keeping it in his own woman’s hands was of a different nature altogether.

“Forget it, let’s just go with the flow,” he decided.

Greg shook his head, set the nightdress aside, and was about to take a nap on the bed when he suddenly heard a scream from the bathroom.

Alarmed, he quickly stood up and pushed the door open to enter.

There sat Taylor Ware with tears in her eyes, sitting on the floor with a look of distress that bore no trace of her usual bold and spirited demeanor.

Greg hurriedly helped her up, asking, “What’s wrong?”

“It hurts…”

Taylor Ware pouted, but then, feeling something was off, she pushed Greg away. Just as she was about to speak, the pain made her involuntarily fall backward.

Greg, with quick reflexes, caught her in his arms and laughed lightly, “Alright, stop fussing. I’ll join you in the shower.”

“Don’t, let me go!”

“Hurry up, before the little secretary walks in.”

“No, you… how could you again… mmm…”

…

The two of them wrestled the whole morning away until the little secretary couldn’t help but call to check in, prompting them to finish up hastily.

Indeed, Taylor Ware, with her years of martial arts training, had much more stamina than the average woman.

After such a commotion, she still had the energy to get up.

Of course, this was also thanks to Greg applying True Qi to help her regulate her body’s meridians; otherwise, she certainly wouldn’t be bouncing around as she was.

“You take care of the company. I have to go to the provincial city for a few days,” he said.

“As if you could help out even if you were home,” Taylor retorted with an annoyed look, unnerving the little secretary who was watching.

Was there always such tension between the two big bosses?

Unperturbed, Greg laughed, “Shall we have dinner together tonight?”

“I’m busy.”

Taylor said with a cold face, “Do you think managing a conglomerate is that leisurely?”

“Alright then, I’m off to the provincial city. Call me if you need anything.”

“Mhm.”

Taylor responded softly, her expression suddenly softened, “Don’t worry about home; just take care of your own things.”

Hearing this, Greg smiled happily, “Alright, I’m leaving.”

“Mhm.”

Taylor answered without looking up, focusing on the document in her hands.

Moments later, the office quieted down again.

She looked up at the empty office, feeling a bit dazed. Then, as if mad, she hurriedly stood up, ran to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and looked down at the street.

A Jeep was just exiting the garage at that moment and then it gradually disappeared into the distance.

In that moment, Taylor suddenly felt as if she had lost something.

Lost her burning heart.