He leaned forward slightly, his sharp eyes locked onto her like a cheetah, his lips curled up in a half-smile: "Chen Xiaoru, you're really amazing! You actually dared to disappear right under my nose. If it weren't for this accident today, I really wouldn't have been able to find you!"

His voice was low and magnetic, yet it carried an unquestionable sense of oppression that made Chen Xiaoru's heart almost jump out of her chest.

"President, are you mistaken? I work in your company every day. How can I disappear?"

Chen Xiaoru pretended to be calm and tried to force a smile to try to ease the tense atmosphere.

Chu Tianche didn't listen to her at all and ripped open her collar.

"ah!"

Chen Xiaoru screamed in fright and quickly covered her chest. There was no mark on her white and tender neck.

Chu Tianche's brows were twisted into knots. This was impossible. He had clearly left so much on her that night... Could it be that he was drunk and recognized the wrong person?

But how can we explain the scent of gardenia on this woman, which is exactly the same as the scent on the woman that night?

Chen Xiaoru took the opportunity to quickly pull up her collar to cover her exposed skin. Her cheeks flushed with shame and anger, and her tone was filled with anger: "CEO, what on earth do you want to do!"

Chu Tianche let go of his hand, the sharpness in his eyes subsided a little, and his tone softened a little:

"Sorry, I might have made a mistake. But what's with that gardenia scent you smell like?"

He still didn't give up and stared at Chen Xiaoru, trying to catch a trace of panic on her face.

"This scent is innate. I've had it since I was a child."

Chen Xiaoru straightened her back and answered calmly.

"Move that stool over to the bed."

Chu Tianche's tone returned to its usual coldness and he turned and walked towards the bathroom.

Chen Xiaoru secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly moved a velvet stool to the side of the bed, watching Chu Tianche's tall figure disappear at the bathroom door.

Soon, the sound of running water came from the bathroom, and the mist blurred the figure on the frosted glass door.

Chen Xiaoru's heartbeat was still very fast, her back pressed against the cold wall, and she thought to herself

"Fortunately... Fortunately... Fortunately, I was prepared and took the recovery pill. Otherwise, I would have been exposed today. But what on earth is he going to do?!"