Chapter 2The Sugar Daddy's Unintended Detour

Arthur seemed angry.

He wore a cold, stony expression the entire drive back the next day.

Terrified that speaking would only make things worse, I kept my mouth shut.

I just turned my head and stared at his reflection in the car window.

His side profile was flawless. The cuffs of his sweater were rolled up halfway, revealing a strong, tanned forearm and the silver Montblanc watch on his wrist.

It was a gift I had impulsively bought him with the first hundred thousand dollars he gave me during our first month together.

To Arthur, it was practically cheap junk.

Yet, it was the watch he wore most often.

Back then, I was still naive and harbored some secret hopes, so I beat around the bush asking why he liked that watch so much.

I wanted his answer to be about me.

But the very next second, I heard him gently burst my little bubble.

"Why do you ask? Do you think I wear it so often because you gave it to me? Chloe, you—"

Arthur didn't finish his sentence.

But I had already filled in the blanks based on the cold indifference in his eyes.

He probably wanted to say: "Chloe, have you forgotten your place?"

My face flushed instantly, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on my back.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sterling. I overstepped."

I apologized, inexperienced and subservient.

He didn't answer. He just quietly read the documents his assistant had brought over, not even sparing me a glance.

That was the first, and last, time I ever overstepped my bounds.