Serena P. O. V.
“Sir, can I have WFH's permission tomorrow?” I asked. I lay on my side, looking at him expectantly.
Leopold ruffled the hair that had fallen over my face and tucked it behind my ear. “Okay.”
I grinned. “Thank you,” I said happily, pecking him.
After I regained my senses, Leopold's words rang through my mind again. This time, I allowed myself to think about it. There was an uneasy feeling entering my heart, and I was too late to prevent it.
“What did you mean by that?” I asked.
Leopold looked at me with a furrowed brow.
“When you say that, I hope the pill works well.” I held my breath as I saw the change in his facial expression.
Leopold didn't answer right away. I could see the conflict on his face.
“You think I'm setting you up?” Because I was so emotiona
