Falling for the Goddess

Adrian, You're So Cute!

Office Drama

Charlie Scott efficiently distributed the milk tea that Sara Hart had ordered for the employees.

The company group chat exploded with messages of gratitude:

📂 File Transfer Assistant: Thank you, Mrs. Blake!

🐟 King of Slacking: Thank you for the milk tea! Mrs. Blake is beautiful and kind! 💖

💼 Humble Worker: Thanks, President Blake! Thanks, Mrs. Blake! 🥺

🍛 Braised Chicken Rice: Mrs. Blake is the best! 💘

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Adrian Blake scrolled through the incessant flood of messages, his eyebrows slightly furrowing.

What's with all these emojis?

Who gave them permission to send heart emojis to his wife?

He glanced up at Sara, who was completely focused on her show, sipping on milk tea. Her cheeks were slightly puffed, her eyes glued to the screen, and not even sparing him a single glance.

He cleared his throat.

"Ahem."

No reaction.

He cleared his throat again, louder this time.

"Ahem, ahem."

Sara remained oblivious.

Adrian picked up his chair with extra force, letting it bang against the table as he pulled it out.

Finally, Sara looked up, blinking in confusion. "Huh? What's wrong?"

Adrian's lashes lowered, his voice neutral.

"Nothing."

But the way he slumped in his chair, looking like a dejected golden retriever, made it obvious—he was sulking.

Sara instantly picked up on his mood.

She set down her tablet and walked over to him.

"What's wrong? Are you upset?" she asked softly.

Adrian pursed his lips and stayed silent.

Sara gently tugged his sleeve. "Tell me~"

"You bought milk tea for them," he finally muttered.

Sara tilted her head. "And...?"

"You didn't ask me what I wanted to drink."

Sara: "..."

What?

She was momentarily stunned.

"But you don't even like sweet drinks?" she pointed out.

Adrian's dark eyes flickered downward, and he looked away, the tips of his ears barely perceptibly red.

He knew he was being unreasonable.

He wanted her to get along with his employees.

But watching her laugh and chat with them—while he sat on the sidelines—felt strangely irritating.

Seeing them enthusiastically spam emojis in the group chat only made it worse.

"Should I order you one now?" Sara offered, eyes wide and sincere. "What do you want?"

Adrian hesitated, then shook his head, holding her hand. "It's fine."

Sara squinted at him. "No, it's not fine. We agreed—no hiding emotions, no keeping things to ourselves."

Adrian lowered his gaze.

Sara suddenly tiptoed and kissed his chin.

"Tell me?" she coaxed sweetly.

"I don't want you being too nice to them," Adrian murmured.

"What?" She didn't quite catch it.

"I don't want you paying too much attention to them," he reluctantly admitted.

Sara froze, staring at him in shock.

"You think I'm ignoring you?"

Adrian's silence confirmed it.

"You... you're jealous of your own employees?!" Sara realized.

A flush crept up Adrian's neck. "Do you think I'm being childish?" he mumbled.

Sara's lips curled up as she gently cupped his face.

"Adrian, you're so cute."

She had never imagined that the usually cold, indifferent Adrian could be this petty.

"You're not mad?" he asked hesitantly.

"Mad?" she laughed. "I love it!"

She leaned in and pecked his lips, her voice laced with amusement.

Her eyes sparkled, like stars in the night sky.

Adrian turned away, but she caught sight of his reddening ears.

"Adrian! Your ears are red!" she pointed out gleefully.

Adrian reacted instantly—grabbing her waist and pulling her into his lap.

"Are you teasing me?" His deep voice held a playful threat.

"Ah!" Sara quickly looked toward the door. "Someone might walk in!"

Adrian smirked.

"No one will. They wouldn't dare," he said calmly. "And even if they did, they'd knock first."

Sara squirmed. "Still... this is the office!"

Adrian raised an eyebrow. "And?"

"You—you—" she stammered.

Adrian chuckled, leaning in. "What? You thought I was going to do something to you here?"

Sara: "..."

"Relax." Adrian brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his voice lazy and teasing. "This is the office. I do have self-control."

He paused, then added in a low, magnetic tone,

"But... if you want something, I can accommodate."

Sara stared at him, speechless.

"I don't want anything!" she huffed.

Adrian's chuckle was deep and rich, sending tingles down her spine.

"Of course," he agreed easily. "It's me who has improper thoughts."

Sara felt like she was about to explode.

"Adrian!" she practically hissed, her face burning.

Adrian laughed outright, his voice husky and indulgent.

Hearing his low chuckle wrap around her, she snapped.

She yanked on his collar, but instead of scolding him, she gasped in frustration—

Then grabbed her tablet, shoved in her earbuds, and ignored him completely.

For the rest of the workday.