Chapter 98: Mr. President, Dear, I Don't love You Anymore
"I'm content, sir."
"No, your tone and expression show that you're not content at all."
"What do they show, Chairman?"
Her beautiful eyes, which couldn't conceal their clouded expression, glanced up at him, as if they were having a serious conversation between an executive and a secretary, not in a hidden relationship. But her eyes couldn't lie.
"They show that you're not content, especially these eyes. They've told me everything."
"It's irrelevant. There's no reason for me to be discontented because, sooner or later, this was bound to happen."
"See, you're not content."
"I'm not discontented," she mumbled, sounding as if she was conceding but still denying, and her elegant eyebrows furrowed deeply.
Benjamin gently touched
