The Billionaire’s Secret Bride

Perfume?Celia looked at the message and hesitated for a moment before replying…

Imperial Garden, Study Room

Nathaniel Fu's mood sank into icy silence.

She had hung up on him.

He stared at the screen, expression unreadable, and redialed.The robotic voice answered coldly:

"Sorry, the number you dialed is not in service."

He tried again. And again. Same result.

"President…" Mr. Song ventured cautiously, "Maybe it's best not to call again. Miss Celia… she may have blocked your number."

"Blocked me?" Nathaniel repeated slowly.

He'd never been blocked by anyone in his life.

His obsidian-black eyes darkened, and his handsome face turned so cold it could slice glass.

That insolent girl.

Mr. Song was now visibly sweating, but as a seasoned assistant, he still tried to smooth things over:"President, Miss Celia has already resigned. It's… somewhat expected she wouldn't pick up anymore."

Nathaniel's eyes sliced toward him.

"Are you done speaking?"

Mr. Song shut up instantly.

The phone rang again. It was a message from CC Perfume.

"President, CC responded. She, uh…" Mr. Song hesitated.

Nathaniel's tone turned lethal. "Why are you stammering now?"

"She said she's very busy and… if you want to order a custom fragrance, you'll need to go through her secretary and book in advance."

"What?" Nathaniel's face darkened visibly.

"She's overloaded with orders," Mr. Song explained quickly, "so the waitlist is—"

Nathaniel raised a hand.

"Enough. Get out."

Mr. Song retreated like he'd been granted a pardon from death.

Left alone, Nathaniel stood by the large French window, staring out over the sparkling night skyline.

From this vantage point, he could see everything. Power, money, success—he had all of it. Almost nothing shook him anymore.

Almost.

Except her.Celia. That girl—no, that accident—had barged into his life without warning.

And now, she was messing with his emotions.

That was a dangerous sign.

Best she stays gone. The fewer entanglements, the better.

Nathaniel left the study and walked into the hallway.

"Where's the young mistress?" he asked coldly.

Aunt Zhou answered from downstairs, "She just returned to her parents' house, Master. Said her mother slipped and she went to take care of her."

Sylvia ran?With no one around to play the role of the sweet, obedient wife, she slipped away under the first excuse.

He frowned slightly. "Understood."

He returned to the master bedroom, took a cold shower, and lay down. But sleep eluded him tonight.

The faint floral scent from those two nights still lingered in his mind.

The softness of her body.Her breath in his arms.That kiss...

He turned restlessly.

At the Fu Corporation, the entire building felt the chill. Staff whispered nervously to one another.

"What's wrong with the boss today? It's like he's ready to fire someone for breathing."

Someone nudged Mr. Song for answers.

Mr. Song lowered his voice. "It's... about a maid. That's all I'll say."

"A maid?" Everyone gasped.

Immediately, their imaginations ran wild.

The CEO and the Maid—a workplace romance novel coming to life.

That evening, Nathaniel made a detour to Yipinlan Villa to check on Yvonne Fu, his niece.

After keying in the passcode, he stepped inside.

"Cici, stop running!" Yvonne's cheerful voice echoed through the living room. "I really have something exciting to show you. Just for you, bestie!"

Celia's playful voice replied from around the corner, "No way!"

She turned to glance back at Yvonne—and collided directly into a broad, solid chest.

Warm. Familiar. Unmistakable.

She looked up.

Nathaniel Fu.