Chapter 32 The Real Medicine

• Charles ended the call with his brother and put his phone back in its place. The handsome man was alone in his office. At that moment, he walked over to the wall-mounted screen and turned on the television, which was connected to the CCTV in the elevator.
• A smile broke across his face as he watched the CCTV recording. He focused on Cecilia’s annoyed expression. Yes, he was deliberately watching her through the footage—monitoring her every move.
• He could clearly make out the curses slipping from Cecilia’s luscious lips. Damn it—his brother had ruined everything earlier. If only his brother hadn’t barged in, he would’ve spent a hot night with the woman who lately had become an addiction. Cecilia was like nicotine, impossible for him to quit. She always seemed curt, yet, in reality, she’d awakened a burning sensation in him—something he’d never felt before.