Hannah started trembling, her eyes filled with terror. The shaking of her wrist transmitted to Clyde's palm, and he immediately let go.
As he realized what he had just done, Clyde's gaze darkened.
"Stay away from me. You are just a secretary."
Confused, Hannah panicked and moved to the furthest spot from Clyde's desk to continue her work.
The scent of Hannah, now distant, became almost imperceptible.
Clyde gritted his teeth anxiously and occasionally glanced at her.
He really liked her scent.
However, his mother had destroyed the formula to wean him off his dependency, and despite his efforts, he couldn't find a substitute.
Watching Hannah work diligently, Clyde thought, "Does she like me so much? She even managed to find a long-lost formula."
The faint scent seemed to invite him
