The man's face flushed bright red. He quickly bowed to me in apology. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Hemsworth, I didn't recognize you and offended you. Please forgive me."
"It's alright." I maintained the perfect smile of a lady.
Sebastian scoffed, "Whether it's Elena or my wife, neither is someone you should be fantasizing about. As for punishment, the deal for that plot of land in Westfield is off. If it happens again, the Michelson Group will be in trouble."
"Mr. Hemsworth, we've been negotiating for that land in Westfield for a long time. Please reconsider..." Sebastian's cold glance silenced the man.
The man swallowed nervously, decided to give up, and left.
Sebastian looked down at me, his arm wrapped around my waist, his rough fingers tracing my skin. His voice was deep and magnetic. "Can't you behave?"
"I am behaving!" I blinked up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Just don't dock my salary, okay?"
He glanced at me, smiling, "Can you think about something other than money for once?"
"I do think about other things, like... you," I said sweetly, clinging to his arm.
His expression softened a bit. "Oh? And what do you think about me?"
"I think about your money," I answered with utmost honesty.