Chapter 47 

Clay had arrived too. 

The two of us stood on either side of the living room waiting for Garrett Wylder to come 

out. 

While waiting. I secretly glanced at Clay–he had worked with Garrett Wylder for so long, surely he’d never done what I jriát did? 

Or had he experienced it too? 

For some reason, an image suddenly popped into my head of Clay lunging at Garrett Wylder and kissing his face… 

EW 

Oh my god! 

“Elara, why are you looking at me like that?” 

Clay felt uncomfortable under my gaze and even touched his own face. 

“Nothing, nothing, I just…” 

I pressed my hand to my chest and sighed, “I think our job… is quite challenging.” 

“What job is easy? You just need to adapt.” 

“…You have a good attitude.” 

“What else can I do if I don’t have a good attitude? Storm off and lose my temper at Alpha?” 

I pressed my lips together, feeling conflicted. 

Everything he said was right, no problem at all. 

But… but but but it was just that… forgive my low consciousness, I really couldn’t achieve inner peace. 

From the dressing room direction, Garrett Wylder had been standing there for a full minute. 

Then he walked out. 

“Alpha.” 

Clay turned to greet him, and I turned around too. 

My gaze met Garrett Wylder’s eyes, lasting only a second before I immediately looked away, focusing on the second button of his shirt. It looked respectful enough, but I was actually feeling guilty. 

He walked toward the exit, with Clay and me following behind. 

The car departed from the hotel toward the yacht marina. 

The car was unusually quiet. 

I sat upright in the back seat, involuntarily tense from neck to toes. I clearly wanted to relax, but that sudden “kiss” kept flashing uncontrollably 

mind… 

Heavens, could I please have a one–click memory wipe! 

“Secretary Elara.” 

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Damned My Alpha Now He’s on His Knees 

Garrett Wylder’s drawling voice suddenly rang out, so deep it made me silver. 

Immediately responded: “Yes? Alpha, what do you need?” 

Get me some water.” 

“Right away.” 

I quickly grabbed a bottle of water from the car’s mini fridge, opened it and handed it over. 

But he pushed the water back to me, “Here, take small sips, drink slowly. Relax, don’t keep thinking about work mistakes.” 

Outside the window, lights blazed brilliantly, while my face was a palette of colors, like an exposed Easter egg. 

I turned to face forward and gulped down a large mouthful of “mineral wine” like I was drinking alcohol. 

Garrett Wylder’s gaze seemed to linger on my face, damn it, making my 

The wolf inside me kept jumping around. 

face burn even more. 

Until I couldn’t help but turn back to that handsome face and ask, “Alpha….