Chapter 39 Charles's Irresistible Charm

• The endless pile of work had Cecilia pulling overtime more often than not, only to rush into the office early the next morning. Project Maison Noire was draining every ounce of her energy, but she tackled it with genuine enthusiasm. In exchange, she was neglecting herself—skipping meals, barely sleeping, and forgetting to unwind with her phone.
• Tonight, Cecilia sat hunched over her desk, MacBook screen glowing with a mountain of tasks that kept her eyes glued open. It was already 8 p.m., and she was overtime again. This time, she was reviewing the final designs for en’s undershirts, gowns, and suit samples sent by her fashion designer that afternoon—ones she could only check now after a nonstop day.
• Suddenly, the unlocked glass door to her office slid open without a sound. Someone stepped in quietly. But from the familiar masculine scent wafting gently into her nostrils, Cecilia knew exactly who it was, disrupting the quiet night. The office was deserted—most employees had headed home hours ago.