I stared at him, completely thrown off by his sudden coldness—it took me a few seconds to even process what just happened.
“I didn’t see anything, and even if I did, I wouldn’t say a word about it,” I said quickly.
His face stayed cold as stone. I felt like I’d done something wrong without even knowing what, so I bit my lip and whispered, “I’ll head out then. I’ll make some soup for you tonight.”
He didn’t say a word. I lowered my head and walked out of his office.
While I was waiting for the elevator, a woman in a red dress with a perfect figure walked over, alongside another woman in a professional suit.
The one in red? I recognized her—Chloe Bennett. She shot me a quick glance before twisting her lips, arms crossed, clearly in a foul mood.
The woman in the suit mutte
