CEO's Secret Play

With no other choice, Rachel Foster had to take Kingsly Scott's car to Kunshan Hotel.

Throughout the journey, she tried to calm herself, knowing that dealing with Kingsly required her to maintain her composure. She gradually quieted down.

Kingsly, on his part, didn't engage much with her, taking several business calls along the way.

The car finally stopped at the entrance of the Grand Hotel. She got out first and watched the driver respectfully open the door for Kingsly.

Kingsly walked ahead and followed behind, keeping her head low as many people respectfully addressed him as "Mr. Scott."

Entering the elevator, when they were alone in the confined space, she couldn't help but feel a bit anxious, sneaking a glance at him.

He stood tall, one hand in his pocket, watching the elevator numbers change without any expression on his face.

Looking at his profile, she couldn't help but remember when she loved to watch him like this quietly.

The elevator dinged, the doors opened, and his long legs stepped out. She hurried to follow.

Helen was already waiting at the elevator, surprised to see her with Kingsly, but still nodded politely to her.

Helen immediately briefed Kingsly on some details regarding the press conference. Kingsly nodded without comment, and a hotel staff opened a mahogany door for him. Kingsly walked in.

Rachel assumed the room behind the door was the conference venue and hurried in after him, but as soon as she stepped inside, she regretted it. There was no conference room; it was the most luxurious presidential suite at The Grand Hotel.

The large, spacious room was exquisitely furnished, exuding nobility and luxury from every corner. Losing patience, she asked, "Where is my brother?" After the business summit, she had called Noah once. Still, he insisted on staying at Titans Group, straining their sibling relationship, and now she couldn't reach him.

Kingsly still needs to answer Rachel. He removed his suit jacket, loosened his tie, and walked deeper into the room.

Seeing this, Rachel hurried to catch up, moving before him. "I want to see my brother."

Kingsly tossed his loosened tie aside, unbuttoning his shirt, and replied, "I promised you could see him, and I won't go back on my word. The press conference hasn't started yet. You can wait here or go for a walk. I'm a bit tired and want to rest for a while."

Only then did Rachel notice Kingsly's face displaying a hint of fatigue, his eyes showing slight redness, and clear signs of sleep deprivation.

"Then..." Rachel began to speak but stopped short as she saw Kingsly had unbuttoned his shirt completely, revealing his well-toned chest. She quickly turned her head away, blushing, awkwardly saying, "Isn't the press conference about to start? How do you have time to rest?"

Kingsly walked past Rachel, casually saying, "I misremembered earlier. There's actually two more hours before it starts."

What?

Rachel stood there, mouth slightly open in shock, watching Kingsly walk into the bathroom.

Hearing running water from the bathroom, Rachel Foster stomped to the floor-to-ceiling window, taking deep breaths to calm her emotions.

For a moment, she truly wanted to turn and leave, but reason reminded her she couldn't.

Grant Hotel was vast, and asking floor by floor if there was a business press conference today would be time-consuming and might not even lead her to Noah. Most importantly, Kingsly Scott might have deceived her into coming to the hotel, and there might not have been a press conference today.

But regardless of Kingsly's intentions, if she wanted to find Noah, she had no choice but to rely on Kingsly.

It wasn't long before the sound of water stopped, and Rachel calmed down, turning to see Kingsly stepping out of the bathroom.

He wore a black velvet robe from a distance, his hair slightly tousled from the moisture. He shed his usual stern demeanor and appeared much more approachable.

She couldn't help but wonder if this was how he usually looked at home.

He seemed genuinely tired. Pulling back the covers, he lay on the bed, immediately closing his eyes. His long body took up most of the bed.

By the time she gathered her thoughts and wanted to inquire about Noah, she heard his even breathing.

Then, a knock sounded at the door.

She wanted to wake him, but seeing his peaceful sleeping face, she felt reluctant to disturb him and answered the door herself.

Outside stood Helen, holding a freshly pressed set of clothes: a suit, shirt, tie, and socks.

Helen glanced inside and asked, "Miss Foster, is Mr. Scott resting?"

She nodded blankly.

"Could you please take these clothes in for Mr. Scott to wear later? I don't want to disturb his rest."

This task wasn't Rachel's responsibility, but Helen's usual politeness made her feel a bit obliged.

"Alright."

Helen thanked her and turned to leave, but then, smiling, she added, "Miss Foster, Mr. Scott dislikes noise. He would appreciate it if you could draw the curtains to help him sleep more soundly."

Rachel said nothing, but as Helen left, she quickly asked, "Helen, is there a press conference for the Shallow Bay project this afternoon?"

"Yes, there is."

Rachel sighed in relief. Thankfully, Kingsly hadn't lied to her.

Helen noticed her expression and smiled gently. "There was a small issue with the Shallow Bay project yesterday. Mr. Scott called an emergency meeting with the company executives until 3 a.m. Then, Mrs. Scott had a flight to the U.S. at 4 a.m., and Mr. Scott personally took her to the airport. By the time he returned, it was already 6 a.m., and he hadn't had time to rest. Several important matters at the company required his immediate attention. With the Shallow Bay project conference today, Mr. Scott had to come directly to the hotel and catch a short rest in between."

So he hadn't slept since last night, so it's no wonder he seemed so tired.

Like everyone else, she only saw his glamorous exterior and never considered the effort behind his current achievements. However, despite his exhaustion, he still took the time to send his wife to the airport; he was very considerate towards her.

Rachel carefully drew the curtains, and the room fell silent, with only the sound of his even breathing remaining.

She intended to wait for him outside the room, but her feet stopped as her gaze inadvertently swept over his sleeping face.

In his sleep, he lacked the usual cold and aloof demeanor, appearing just as harmless as he had seven years ago. Time hadn't left much of a mark on his face, but his thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed as if something still troubled him even in his dreams.

What in the world could trouble him? He shouldn't worry about wealth, power, and a beautiful wife. What could disturb his sleep? She couldn't guess...

Of course, she couldn't guess because she was no longer part of his world.

Forgetting was a blessing from fate for him; otherwise, his suffering over the years would have been no less than hers. She knew how much he once cared for her.

What she owed him could never be repaid in this lifetime. Fortunately, he had forgotten her and achieved a glorious life.

She now understood that the Kingsly Scott before her was no longer the same Kingsly she knew seven years ago. The boy who yearned for simplicity and pursued art disappeared from this world the moment she broke up with him seven years ago... From that moment on, all her memories with that boy would only remain buried deep in her heart.

Had he not introduced himself as "Kingsly" while playing golf that day, she wouldn't have thought he still used that name after all these years. At that moment, her heart jolted an indescribable sensation.

Pulling her gaze away from his sleeping face, she walked to the floor-to-ceiling window in the room, lost in thought.

Over an hour later, a slightly hoarse male voice came behind her. "I thought you had already left."

Kingsly had woken up at some point and was standing by the bed, pouring himself a glass of water.

She turned around and saw him, dressed in a black velvet robe, taking a sip of water, the furrows of sleep gone from his brow.

An hour of rest had revitalized him, and he appeared as imperious as ever.

Sometimes, she wondered if they hadn't broken up seven years ago. Would he still be a businessman today? Would they already be married by now?

Kingsly set down the glass and glanced at her. "Why aren't you speaking?"

Rachel snapped back to reality. Perhaps her earlier musings had made her sentimental, leaving her with little emotion to respond. She said, "I want to see Noah as soon as possible."

Her lack of emotion seemed to displease Kingsly, who turned and walked towards the clothes rack.

She didn't follow him, remaining by the window, waiting quietly, catching glimpses of him changing clothes from the corner of her eye.

She hadn't expected him to change so unabashedly in front of her.

Her face turned red, and she quickly looked away, but not before her peripheral vision caught his well-toned back, V-shaped waist, and lean hips...

Just seeing him from behind, it was clear he had an impressive physique. No wonder he looked good in anything he wore.