"Sure, you've really worked out your muscles."
"Humph." Clyde withdrew his arm with a cold face and walked ahead briskly.
Hannah stood stunned in place for several seconds before catching up, thinking, "His muscles are indeed well-built..."
The atmosphere in the car on the way back to the company was quite awkward. Hannah intended to sit in the back but was stopped by Clyde.
He tapped his arm and said meaningfully, "I don't like physical contact. You sit in the front."
Hannah's face turned red with embarrassment. She didn't want to touch him, okay?
It was lunchtime, and Clyde suggested they have lunch before returning to the company.
As his secretary, Hannah had to accompany him. Since Clyde had just helped her out, she felt obliged to show her appreciation.
"How about the restaura
