The two lingered affectionately for a while before someone from the clothing store arrived with the clothes.
Baldur Morgan dressed Cohen Phillips: shirt, pants, sweater, coat, scarf, hat, shoes.
He looked him up and down, quite satisfied with the large, white bundle he had created.
Picking up his own coat, he led Cohen downstairs by the hand.
Cohen Phillips tugged at his scarf.
"It's so hot."
"It'll be cold outside."
"Wearing this much, it's a bit hard to move around."
"Aren't I holding your hand?"
"..."
Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong!
No sooner had they reached the bottom of the stairs than urgent doorbell chimes sounded.
"Must be your brother."
Baldur Morgan opened the door, and sure enough, it was.
Kerry Phillips wore a stern face.
His sharp gaze swept over Cohen Phillips, and he reached out to feel his forehead.
Baldur Morgan blocked his hand.
"Your hands are cold, don't chill him. Don't worry, the fever's gone."
"..."
Irritated but resigned, he lowered his hand and said in a gruff voice, "Let's go!"
Cohen Phillips followed silently.
Baldur Morgan also stepped out, going ahead to open the car door for him.
Cohen dawdled, unwilling to get in, his eyes shifting, conveying a clear hint.
Baldur Morgan glanced into the car, then leaned down and placed a light kiss on his forehead.
A faint smile appeared on Cohen Phillips's face.
"I want to see you tonight."
"Okay, I'll come find you."
Baldur Morgan said dotingly, "Get in the car now. Your brother is about to explode."
"See you tonight."
He slipped into the car.
The moment he fastened his seatbelt, Kerry Phillips slammed on the accelerator and sped off.
Baldur Morgan chuckled lightly, turned, and headed for the garage.
In the car, Cohen Phillips looked at his brother's dark expression.
"Why are you so angry?"
Kerry Phillips glared at him coldly.
"You've been dating for less than three days, and you're already staying overnight at his place. Can't you be a bit more reserved?"
Cohen lifted his chin.
"I can't. I like him."
"No matter how much you like him, you shouldn't move this fast!"
"It's not fast. Nothing happened."
"I don't believe a word of it!"
A man and a youth, alone in the middle of the night, with the little cabbage being so proactive... and you expect me to believe Baldur Morgan held back?
Trying to fool a ghost!
Cohen couldn't be bothered to explain further.
"Believe what you want. Even if something did happen, you being angry is useless now."
"..."
Kerry Phillips felt a lump of frustration stuck in his throat, left speechless.
After a moment, Cohen Phillips asked, "Bro, am I really that hard to take care of?"
His brother retorted irritably, "Yes."
"Tch. Do you think Baldur will find it troublesome?"
Kerry said deliberately, "Baldur dislikes troublesome things the most."
Cohen Phillips pulled out his phone.
"I'm going to tell the doctor to move from Y City to B City and start me on a new dietary therapy regimen. I need to recuperate properly."
Kerry Phillips was angered again.
"All those times before when I asked you to cooperate with the doctor and recuperate properly, you always found excuses to avoid it. Now, for the sake of a man, you're finally taking your health seriously. What am I supposed to say to you?"
"Isn't this a positive effect of being in love? You should be pleased."
"Heh heh heh. Quit the smoking and drinking too."
"I already quit drinking, okay?"
Kerry shot him a sidelong glance.
"You drank that half-bottle the other night to cheer up your wife."
"Ah, thank you for that."
"Humph. I even acted as your love bodyguard. From now on, worry less about my relationship with Baldur. I'll date however I want."
Kerry sighed.
"I just don't know how serious Baldur Morgan really is about you. I'm afraid you'll get hurt..."
Cohen Phillips lowered his eyelashes.
"I'll figure out his sincerity myself. If it's really not right, I won't stubbornly stick to a dead end."
Kerry Phillips was silent for a beat, then said, "Sorry. I'm just overly concerned."
Cohen smiled.
"You focus on your relationship, I'll focus on mine. As long as we don't interfere with each other, it's fine."
"Humph. Anthony and I weren't as rapid as you two."
"Oho~ Anthony~"
Kerry Phillips glared at him.
"Cut that out."
"Humph..."
The two brothers went to the law firm, confirmed the contents of Zara Julian's will with the lawyer she had appointed before her death, and signed various asset transfer agreements.
By the time they finished, it was already lunchtime.
Kerry Phillips checked the time.
"Let's eat first, then I'll take you to see the company building."
Cohen Phillips wasn't very interested.
"What's there to see..."
I want to go find Baldur...
Kerry Phillips saw right through him. He grabbed the collar of Cohen's coat.
"I'm not trying to control your relationship, but could you at least not throw yourself at him so eagerly? Have some pride."
Cohen Phillips smacked his hand discontentedly.
"My worth is pretty high now, you know. Tch, stop pulling my clothes."
"Let's go..."
After lunch, Cohen Phillips still couldn't escape.
Kerry Phillips dragged him to the company.
The new building was in the new district.
[YS Pharmaceuticals], unlike its low-profile presence in Y City, was now imposing and flamboyant.
"Boss, Little Boss."
Even during the lunch break, the building was bustling.
Documents and cardboard boxes were being moved around everywhere, everyone full of drive.
Seeing them enter, the employees greeted them enthusiastically before returning to their tasks.
Taking the elevator upstairs, Cohen Phillips cast a questioning look at his brother.
"Are you turning into a ruthless capitalist?"
"How so?"
"Not even letting people rest at noon? This is pure exploitation."
Kerry Phillips rolled his eyes at him.
"Don't slander me, alright? They're the ones passionate about writing this 'The King's Return / Face-Slapping' revenge fantasy script, frantically pushing the plot forward."
Most of the employees who followed them to B City were old-timers who had worked hard with them since the Y City days.
Back then, they were all passionate young men and women.
After learning about the brothers' circumstances, they became particularly prone to wild imaginations, treating their work entirely like a game quest—to send their two pitiful bosses back to B City to slap the Phillips family in the face.
Of course, the company's benefits and compensation were also top-notch, worthy of the employees' loyalty.
"Boss!"
As the two walked from the elevator towards the office, a stunning woman appeared midway.
Even in the depths of winter, she wore stockings and a short skirt, holding a stack of files.
"Perfect timing! Meeting time! Little Boss, you come too."
"No."
Cohen Phillips refused expressionlessly.
"I'll just look around."
"Fine, fine. Then entertain yourself."
Wanda Ruiz pulled Kerry Phillips along.
Even in 10-centimeter heels, she walked as if on flat ground, talking a mile a minute.
"Boss, we've done an in-depth study of Phillips Pharmaceuticals... Our next research direction should be..."
In the middle of the day, Boss Kerry Phillips was forced to sit in the conference room, listening to a group of impassioned senior employees strategize, determined to help him reclaim everything that was rightfully his...
Cohen Phillips wandered around a bit, then returned to the office reserved specifically for him and took a nap.
He woke up at 4 p.m., lay on the bed, and texted Baldur Morgan.
[Cohen Phillips: What time do you get off work?]
He waited bored for over half an hour before Baldur Morgan replied.
[Baldur Morgan: Finished early. I can leave now.]
[Baldur Morgan: Where are you? I'll come pick you up.]
He pressed his lips together in a slight smile and sent his location.
[Baldur Morgan: Wait for me. I'll be there soon.]
[Cohen Phillips: OK.]
Cohen Phillips lazed in bed for a little while longer before getting up to wash his face, put on his coat, and head out.
Before going downstairs, he peeked into the conference room and found the meeting still wasn't over.
He shuddered and slipped away quietly.
So scary.
I've never seen employees who force their boss to focus on business like this, and a whole bunch of them at that.
Good thing I used recuperating my health as an excuse to escape.
Cohen Phillips left the YS building, bought a hot latte at the coffee shop next door, sat by the window, propped his chin in his hands, and waited.
Beep beep beep...
While lost in thought waiting, his phone rang.
He answered, "Hello..."
"Baby, I'm here."
Holding his coffee, he stood up.
"I'm in the coffee shop next door. I'll be right out."
Stepping out of the café, he spotted the black Hummer with its hazard lights flashing not far away.
Cohen Phillips walked over quickly.
The moment he sat down in the passenger seat, he leaned over and planted a kiss on Baldur Morgan's jawline.
Not satisfied, he moved to kiss his lips.
Baldur Morgan laughed and gently pressed against his forehead.
"Kid, we're outside. Be more restrained."