MIDNIGHT Bride The CEO's TEMPTATION

Heather paused as her heart was a little panicky somehow.

Indeed, although she had been sure that she would move before, she didn't have to be in such a hurry.

But when Alexander suggested she move into the villa today, she actually agreed so quickly! Moreover, at the bottom of her heart, she did not seem inclined to refuse him and even looked forward to seeing him again.

Because if she moved there, she would be able to live next door to Alexander...

Heather was suddenly shocked. Was she really hurrying to see Alexander? No, it wasn't that!

"What nonsense!" Heather took the pillow and hit Leila in the face with exasperation.

  "Why don't you go and wash up?!"

Leila muttered something. When she came back, she found Heather had already packed things up.

Leila looked at her in surprise. "So fast?"

"Well, my house over there is well furnished, so I don't have much to pack up. As for these things, I'm going to donate them," Heather explained. She had only packed up her textbooks as well as a few suits of clothes and the things for finishing her graduation project. 

"... Hearing your generous words, I'm a little convinced now that you're really from a rich family." Leila's lips twitched as she spoke, "Come on, I'll help you move."

"Well, I'll invite you to dinner some other time." Heather smiled faintly. Then she walked out of the dorm with Leila.

Randy had arranged for a car to wait for her downstairs. The car wasn't conspicuous, so not many people noticed it.

After she put all the things in the car, Heather thought for a bit and invited Leila to her new home.

Leila was her best friend, so she wasn't going to keep it a secret anymore.

In fact, Heather didn't plan to hide it from them at first, but because she and her family wanted her to live a normal life, she kept a low profile, which made her friends think she always bragged.

"No, no, I've got a headache. I'm going back to bed," Leila refused without hesitation.

"Do you know whose invitation you are turning down?" Heather asked with a depressed expression. "This is an invitation from the lady from Denmark Group."

Leila's lips twitched. "Are you finished?!"

"Come on, go back to the dorm for sleep. You can't keep your eyes open." Heather said with resignation, "We'll talk about this later."

Leila waved to her and turned around to head for the dormitory.

Soon, Heather went back to the villa. A servant had already waited for her at the gate.

"Miss Denmark, I am a servant from the house

of Master Alexander next door," the servant beamed. "Master Alexander asked me to help you."

Heather's cheeks were slightly flushed somehow. Anyway, Alexander was really very thoughtful.

After helping Heather carry the things into the house and putting them away, the servant directly took her to leave.

Heather was relieved and went to her study to work on her graduation project.

After quite a long time, she suddenly felt a twinge of hunger in her stomach and put down her brush.

"Are you hungry?" A gentle voice sounded.

She was so startled that she almost. jumped up and looked at Alexander sitting on the sofa. "You, you... How did you get in here?!"

She remembered locking the door!

"I opened the door and directly walked in," he said, looking innocent.

"Impossible, tell me the truth!" She freaked out. "The only way I can open the lock is my own fingerprints!"

"Have you forgotten it?" He looked at her quietly, "Last night, you took me by the hand, insisting on inputting my fingerprint and saying it would be convenient for me to enter in the future."

She was instantly petrified. Was there such a thing? Was it possible? She couldn't remember anything because she had been too drunk to remember anything! Alcohol sucked!

It looked like she would have to be a teetotaler like her mom Hazel!

Looking at her vexed face, Alexander asked in dejection, "Can't... I come?"

Heather was very helpless. He looked as if he had been hurt, she really couldn't say anything harsh!

"Forget it..." She waved helplessly, "Before you come next time, at least give me a call!"

A triumphant smile flashed across his eyes.

"Okay."

The next moment, he came to her. She unconsciously covered the drawing board. "No, you mustn't see it!"

He chuckled. "I've been watching it for a long time."

In an instant, she was a little depressed. He had been looking at it for so long that it was pointless for her to hide it now.

"Why do you study fashion design?" He looked at the drawing board and was a little surprised.

"Because Denmark Group doesn't set foot in the clothing industry," Heather took a deep breath and replied. "I don't want to inherit the family business, so I have to choose the industry that Denmark Group doesn't set foot in. Besides, my parents always forbade me from learning it. They thought I would give up halfway, so I decided to study hard and achieve something to show them how awesome I am!"

Looking at Heather's earnest face, his lips twitched slightly despite himself.

He recalled, when they met in their childhood, it seemed that Heather tended to do whatever her parents didn't want her to do.

Now she seemed to remain rebellious.

Besides, it looked like Joshua and Hazel were really very kind to her. If they really didn't want Heather to learn fashion design, there would be a million approaches they could adopt to stop her instead of sending her to the best college to study it. They were trying to motivate her in a different way.

"By the way, hasn't your H & C INC. quickly become the leader since it entered the clothing market four years ago?" she asked, looking uneasy, "What do you think of my graduation project?"

Alexander's eyes turned deep. Four years ago, Heather went to college to study fashion design. He had done it only for her, but he could not tell her now.

"Is this your graduation project?" he asked. 

"Yes, what do you think?" She looked at him nervously.

"It looks very smart," he said generously. "If they were made into real objects, they would stun everyone." 

"Is it really that good?" she felt inwardly happy to hear his praise.

"Yes." he said with a serious look on his face, "Heather, as the President of H & C INC., I'd like to invite you to join the design department... Would you like to join us?"

She instantly froze and thought for a moment before saying, "Are you doing this for personal affection?"

"I never do anything for personal affection." He said in an earnest tone, "You deserve to own everything."

Apprised by him, she was too happy in her heart to think why he didn't say 'the position,' but 'everything.'

"I'd love to join H & C INC., but not in this

way," she said after thinking.