Gwenda tilted her head to avoid his gaze. A blush spread rapidly from her cheeks to her neck, and she felt a wave of heat. Olivier enjoyed her reaction; his smile deepened. "What do you think? Would you like to go on a business trip with me tomorrow?"

Gwenda considered this seriously before nodding. "Yes."

Receiving her affirmative reply, Olivier affectionately caressed her head. "I'll ask Otto to get the cup from Dax right now."

"Will Dax give it to you?" she asked. After all, it was a limited edition. Dax had bought it; he must have liked it. Would he part with it so easily?

"Don't worry. He won't refuse if I ask," Olivier assured her. He then called Otto.

Gwenda tried to move from his lap, but he held her firmly. "Don't move!"

"But" she began.

"Hmm?" Olivier prompted, his eyes flickering slightly.

Gwenda remained silent.

After a moment, Otto opened the door and entered. Seeing Gwenda on Olivier's lap, he was momentarily stunned, but quickly composed himself. "Yes, Boss?"

"Go to Morel Group and ask Dax for a cup. I'll send you a photo later," Olivier instructed.

Otto nodded. "Understood. I'll do it immediately." He left to carry out the order.

Once Otto was gone, Gwenda tilted her head to look at Olivier. "Then I'll go back. I'll return after you get the cup."

"Why the rush?" Olivier prevented her from leaving. "It's almost noon. Let's have lunch together."

"But" she protested.

"No buts! I'm going to a meeting now. Stay here. I'll be back after." He kissed her forehead and released her.

Watching him leave for the meeting, Gwenda's eyes were filled with affection. She touched the spot where he had kissed her; the warmth lingered on her skin.

In the meeting room, employees awaited their boss's return, engaging in hushed gossip. Then, someone shouted, "Mr. Petit is back!"

Immediately, everyone returned to their seats. Silence descended. Olivier calmly entered, took his seat at the head of the table, knocked on it, and said, "Continue."

The employees exchanged nervous glances, and the meeting resumed.

Half an hour later, the meeting concluded, and Olivier left. As soon as he did, the staff erupted in excited chatter. "I timed it—43 minutes and 8 seconds!" "Wow, that's a long time!" "See? Love keeps him energized! Did you notice he was smiling the whole time? I've never seen that in all my years here!" "I looked her up—she's Gwenda Evans, Cecilia's agent!" "Really? Can I get Cecilia's autograph?" "Unless you want Mr. Petit after you, maybe not!" "Aww"

Olivier ignored the gossip and returned to his office, where Gwenda sat in his chair. Hearing the door open, she stood up.

Raising an eyebrow, Olivier chuckled. "Trying to usurp my throne?"

Gwenda blushed, explaining, "I just wanted to see what it felt like."

"And?" he asked, approaching her, circling his hand around her waist, and pulling her close.

Gwenda smiled. "The chair's comfortable, and the view is nice. At night, I imagine the city lights would be beautiful."

"Stay and see them. You can even see the sunset," he offered.

"I can't. I'm busy. I need to go back to work after I get the cup." She had been working on her documents while he was gone. "No matter how busy, you need to eat. Let's go. I want to have lunch with you."

He left the office with his arm around her waist.

Meanwhile, at Morel Group, Dax was thrilled when he learned Olivier had sent his assistant for the cup. He adjusted his glasses and smiled. "Interesting. He sent his assistant for just a cup. I wonder why."

His assistant asked, "Mr. Morel, is this cup important to you?"

"No, it's just a cup I bought casually. It's not valuable. But it is now that Olivier wants it."