Belle slips into the workshop with a large smile on her face. Chadwick looks up from behind his workstation as Belle walks in. He gives her a smile before dropping his head back down to the small mechanical toy.
“Not quite the response I expected,” she says frowning at him.
“I know, I know,” Chadwick quickly placates her. “I just have to finish this, deadline and all that.”
“And you do definitely look stressed,” she says.
Chadwick returns to his work without another word. Belle takes the seat across from him at the workstation. Neither says another word, while the head elf continues with his work. But throughout time he is working, Chadwick cannot help sneaking glances at her, specifically her chest, noting the unmistakable outlines of her n*****s through the thin fabric she is wearing
