Mouthing the name, ric''s gaze instinctively shifted towards Gtea. Immersed in her book, she didn''t notice his watchful eyes. ''All I know about Gtea''ste husband is that his name was Ambrose.''


    ''Ambrose? It must be a coincidence,'' ric mused, gently teasing himself, as he chuckled at his initial tension upon seeing the name.


    ric had diligently reviewed the profiles of the sixpanies, and surprisingly, Far East International did indeed seem quitepetitive. Gavin''s personal involvement as the director demonstrated a high level of sincerity. ric set the papers down and nced at the clock, realizing it was already eleven at night. He stood up, approached the bed, and gently took the book out of Gtea''s hands.


    "It''ste. Time to get some rest," ric said.


    Gtea had been deeply absorbed in her book and hadn''t paid attention to the time, it was indeed veryte.


    Before Gtea could respond, ric carefully helped her lie down and tucked her in with the nket.


    They were in a VIP hospital suite with a dedicated caregiver''s bed for ric to sleep on. Separated by a curtain, their nightly routine was to draw the curtain and settle into their respective beds-tonight was no different. Normally, Gtea would fall asleep early, but she wasn''t feeling sleepy tonight. She turned to look at the curtain, illuminated by the light. She could see his silhouette changing his shirt, the contour of his muscr chest visibly casted upon the fabric.


    Gtea kept watching, her mind drifted back to a night in the past when Ambrose had stood by the bed and taken off his shirt in a simr way.


    It had been in a hotel room where she had made the crazy decision to give herself to him for the first time.


    "Sten, are you really sure about this?" Ambrose asked nervously.


    "Yes, I''ve thought it through. Dad will agree, and the worst he can do is ground me. Let''s do this!"


    Having said that, she tightly gripped the sheets and closed her eyes, nerves kicking in for the first time. That''s when her phone suddenly rang-it was her father. "Sten, are you at the Silver Star Hotel right now? Are you with Ambrose?"


    "No, it''s just me!"


    "If I find out that punk Ambrose is there, believe me, I''ll fire him, and you''ll never see him again!" he threatened.


    "There''s really nobody here, I''m heading home now."


    That evening''s n failed, and from that night on, her father watched her like a hawk, making things difficult for Ambrose at every turn.


    To win her father''s approval, Ambrose worked diligently. In just four years, he became the vice president and dad''s right-hand man.


    Ambrose had worked so hard to earn her father''s approval.


    At that moment, the curtain was abruptly pulled open. Gtea snapped back to reality and looked at ric, who stood there in nothing but his boxers. Before she could even react, ric''s voice hovered over her. "Why are you spying on me?" ''Spying?''


    "I wasn''t—" Gtea blurted out, but ric was already leaning over her, his hands propped beside her pillow and his body pressing down so close it stole her breath away.


    "Fantasizing lewd thoughts while watching me undress, are we?"


    "ric, you truly are delusional!" She identally thought of her ex-boyfriend, but if she told ric the truth, he''d probably strangle her in his anger. "Lusting after my physique?"


    "What?" Gtea couldn''t help but feel speechless. ric''s vanity knew no bounds.


    "Don''t deny it. Your body never lies."


    Gtea fell silent.


    "Mr. Knight, I''m lying here in a hospital bed, weak,"mented Gtea with genuine frustration.


    ric cracked a sly smile, "You know what''s on your mind."


    With that, he stood up and walked away, leaving her to finally breathe deeply. Only then did she notice ric had settled onto the adjacent care bed.


    "Aren''t you going to pull the curtain?"


    "We''re not sharing the same bed, so why bother? From now on, the curtains stay open." After saying this, ric closed his eyes.


    "Jerk," Gtea cursed under her breath, resentful of her helplessness to leave the bed.


    Though ric appeared to be sleeping, Gtea couldn''t rest. Opening her eyes, she caught a glimpse of him on the care bed. Usually, he would sleep after her and wake before her, so she had never seen him asleep until now. ''He seems rather peaceful,'' she mused silently, ''doesn''t even snore and falls asleep so easily. Is his insomnia real?''


    Despite the high-end VIP hospital room, it couldn''tpete with theforts of home, yet aside from her days of being unconscious, ric was sound asleep..


    It waste when Gtea finally dozed off, causing her to waketer than usual the next morning when she felt the doctor''s needle.


    "Awake?" ric inquired.


    Gtea responded lightly. After the doctor left, ric gently wiped her face and hands with a warm towel and helped her rinse her mouth before handing her breakfast. "Woke upte today," he noted. It was already 9:30 a.m.


    "A good sleep is valuable," she replied.


    Gtea''s sleep quality was something ric envied. Like that other time in the car-she was out cold.


    Before Gtea had awakened, ric reviewed the files for six corporations again. Judging by their overall strength and bids, Far East International stood a great chance of winning the contract. "Ambrose?"


    ric felt a pang of unease at the mention of the name. As Gtea was finishing her meal, he asked, "So, I only know your kids by the nicknames Harry and Elisa. What are their full names?" "Rook Storm, As Storm," Gtea replied honestly.


    "Theirst name is Storm?" ric deduced, figuring it must be from their father''s side. "So, yourte husband was Alistair Storm?"


    Alistair Storm?


    Gtea paused momentarily and then grasped ric''s line of thought, ying along.


    "Yes, his name was Alistair Storm. You''re quite smart, Mr. Knight," she said with a smile. Alistair Storm? ric couldn''t help but let a slight smile curl at the corner of his lips. Why did the name Ambrose unsettle him?