?<strong>Chapter 1441:</strong>


    Those words struck a chord in Lowell. He realized then that she was the one.


    Lowell felt a jolt of shock ripple through him. After pressing his lips together in contemtion, he finally spoke with a faint smile. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you a satisfactory answer soon.”


    Tracy scoffed, her cold gaze cutting him off before he could say more. Words clearly weren’t on her agenda.


    Unfazed, Lowell reached out and wrapped Tracy in his arms, pulling her onto the bed with him.


    Caughtpletely off guard, Tracy blinked in surprise. “What are you doing now?”


    “Rx,” Lowell murmured, his voice low and unbothered. “I just want to hold you while I sleep. Nothing more.”


    Seeing no point in resisting, Tracy let herself be enveloped in his warmth. The room fell silent as Lowell drifted into a deep slumber. Tracy, however, wasn’t far behind. The night’s escapades had left her drained, her body yearning for rest.


    Still, once she felt Lowell’s breathing steady, she carefully untangled herself from his arms. With deliberate quietness, she slipped out of bed and dressed in the dim light. Every movement was a dance of precision, ensuring Lowell remained undisturbed.


    As she rubbed her waist while leaving the room, her gaze briefly flicked over the scattered gifts on the floor, but she didn’t give them a second thought. All she wanted was to get home and sink into her own bed.


    When she reached the parking lot and approached her car, she stopped in her tracks. There, seated in the driver’s seat, was a shadowy figure. For a heartbeat, she tensed—until recognition dawned on her. She sighed, a mix of exasperation and disbelief in her voice. “What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be keeping a low profile.”


    The man, barely visible in the cloak of darkness, wore a ck baseball cap and jacket that camouged him perfectly. His tone was smooth, almostzy. “You were taking too long. Figured you were still here, so I came to give you a lift.”


    His eyes flicked over Tracy, sharp and observant. “So, how’d it go?”


    Tracy allowed herself a small, triumphant smile. “Better than I’d hoped. Everything’s falling into ce. Pretty soon, my goal will be within reach.” Her fingers brushed against her abdomen, a flicker of delight crossing her face.


    “Good to hear.” The man tilted his head toward the passenger seat. “Hop in. I’ll get you home.”


    Without a second thought, Tracy climbed into the car, shutting the door softly behind her.


    The next morning, Lowell stirred from his sleep, reaching out instinctively—only to find the space beside him empty.


    When he was fully dressed and made his way to his office, he noticed something curious on his desk. Sitting there, bold as brass, was a pair ofce panties. Lifting them delicately, Lowell’s brow furrowed, his curiosity piqued. Beneath the lingerie was a small piece of paper.


    On it was scribbled a phone number.


    Lowell had no idea when Tracy had slipped away, but the sight of her number scrawled on the paper brought an undeniable lift to his mood. A grin tugged at the corners of his lips, a spark of satisfaction warming him.


    Elyse was lounging at home, flipping through TV channels, when her phone buzzed with a message. It was from Victor, inviting her to a charity g his family was hosting.


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