Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1751

Outside the washroom, Steve took a few long strides over to Sophia and accepted the urgent document from her hands. Sophia, who had been waiting anxiously, was caught completely off guard seeing Mr. Michell stroll out of the washroom. Her eyes widened into saucers, and her jaw nearly dropped straight to the floor.

Normally, Mr. Michell was impeccably dressed in custom suits, without a single hair out of place. But right now, the entire chest of his ridiculously expensive shirt was soaked through, clinging to his skin in a crumpled mess. And looking at his face, his lips were glaringly red. No matter how she looked at it, the entire situation screamed of something incredibly illicit and intimate.

Sophia sucked in a sharp breath. Her mind instantly conjured up a full-blown, explicit romance drama.

Taking in her absolute shock, Steve did not offer even the slightest hint of an explanation. In fact, he deliberately raised a hand to casually flick the chest area of the shirt Sylvia had cried on. A wicked smirk tugged at his lips as he gave Sophia a knowing raise of his eyebrow.

"Sophia, could you do me a favor and head downstairs to get me a fresh set of clothes to change into?"

Sophia gasped again, hurriedly stammering out her reply. "Y-yes, right away, Mr. Michell. I am on it."

With that, she spun on her heels and sprinted off, moving so fast it looked as if her feet had been greased. Her brain was completely consumed by this earth-shattering piece of gossip, and she desperately needed to find her girls to share the juicy details immediately.

Sylvia stepped out of the washroom. Her face was already flushed all the way to her neck. She did not even need to guess to know that Sophia had definitely misinterpreted the situation. Ashamed and filled with intense regret, she was terribly frustrated with herself.

Watching her flustered and thoroughly embarrassed demeanor, Steve felt a familiar itch in his heart. He really wanted to tease her a bit more. But he also knew the principle of not pushing a joke too far, especially since there was legitimate work to handle right now.

Sylvia had been busy organizing the files on her desk, but she caught his movement out of the corner of her eye and was thoroughly startled. Did this man have absolutely no shame? She immediately snapped her head down, her cheeks burning with an intense heat.

But curiosity ultimately defeated logic. Unable to resist, she sneakily lifted her eyelids for a quick, furtive glance. Steve always wore bespoke suits, giving off the aura of a wealthy, aloof, and utterly unapproachable aristocrat. He was not overtly muscular, but the moment his shirt came off, the beautiful, defined lines of his body were put on full display. His chest was full, tapering down to a perfect six-pack. His waist was incredibly narrow without a single ounce of excess fat, radiating a subtle, explosive strength that commanded attention.

Steve was sharp enough to catch her staring instantly. He smirked, abandoning the idea of putting his new shirt on. Instead, he strolled casually to the opposite side of her desk, completely bare-chested.

"If you want to look, just look openly." He puffed out his chest deliberately, flashing her a wildly arrogant smile. "My body is not too bad, is it?"