Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 469

Selene peered under her desk. What on earth was going on here?

Meanwhile, on her computer screen, Harrison was watching her intently. She was dressed in a sharp, tailored women’s suit—something he’d never seen her in before. Her hair was swept up into a neat chignon at the nape of her neck, pinned with an ebony stick. A few sunlit, golden strands had slipped loose, curling gently against her pale, delicate cheeks.

She was looking down at something, but Harrison’s gaze—and every thought in his head—was utterly captured by her face.

It had only been a few months since their divorce, but whenever he saw her, it felt as if a lifetime passed in an instant.

Was it because his days at Serenity Church had dragged on endlessly, each one feeling like a year?

“Se—” Harrison tried to speak, but his throat felt clogged, as if stuffed with paper.

He quickly regained his usual composure, voice cool and controlled. “Selene—or rather, Mr. Thompson, I should say. If Simon hadn’t called me, I wouldn’t have known you’d taken the helm at QuanTech Innovations.”

Even through the screen, his voice carried that natural air of superiority, laced with unmistakable mockery and amusement.

“What are you doing hiding in there?” Selene mouthed silently, her words meant for Adrian.

She hadn’t heard a single thing Harrison was saying.

Under the desk, Adrian—a tall, broad-shouldered man—was awkwardly folded into the cramped space, making it feel even more claustrophobic.

Selene shot a frosty glance at Harrison on the screen, annoyance prickling at her nerves. Why was he video-calling her now, of all times? And what was up with the computer in the CEO’s office, automatically accepting his call?

Even through a screen, Harrison could sense Selene’s irritation, her desire to avoid him so obvious she didn’t even bother to hide it.

He was used to being the center of attention—surrounded by employees at work, and, at home, by Selene’s gentle care. But the look she gave him now was the way someone might glance at a piece of garbage—barely able to stand the sight of it.

“I want to discuss the partnership between Vaughn Enterprises and QuanTech,” Harrison said, trying to inject authority and gravity into his tone. “That’s all I wanted—just business!”

She thought she’d only tapped his thigh—her shoes were flat, and she pressed against him again, hoping to remind him to keep still.

A muffled groan escaped him.

Above, Selene could hear her own ice-cold voice talking to Harrison, the impatience clear even through the computer speakers. She couldn’t help but lean away, instinctively putting more distance between herself and her ex-husband—if only virtually.

She pressed her back into the office chair, letting the wheels roll her a few inches away from the desk.

Glancing down, she saw Adrian crouched awkwardly in front of her, knees on the carpet, hands covering the lower half of his face. A flush had spread from his ears all the way down his neck.

Only then did she realize: Adrian was kneeling right between her legs, and her shoe was resting on the hard plane of his abdomen.

Selene sucked in a sharp, heated breath.