"Then can I borrow half of your bed, and half of your quilt?" Emma Aiden thought of Chester Yale's instructions and forced herself to speak up.
The two groups had finally stabilized their stock prices, and at this point, no mistakes could be afforded.
Reporters were camping outside the door, and as long as she spent a night with Harrison Yale, they would definitely make it into the newspaper tomorrow. By then, the group's crisis would be over, and their mission would be accomplished.
With this thought, Emma Aiden breathed a sigh of relief.
She proactively walked to Harrison Yale, picked up a wine glass, poured herself a glass of red wine, and took a big gulp for courage.
It's just sharing a bed with Harrison Yale; after all, they had shared a bed before. What was there to fear!
He was offering himself as a free pillow, so it's his loss.
