"Were you with Rebecca this whole week?"
Andrew's fingers holding the cigarette paused, almost burning his hand.
"Are you jealous?" He didn't hide it. "It's all about work."
"You wish." Cynthia rolled her eyes at him.
Andrew walked in, crushed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, sat next to her, and reached out to touch her hair.
"Is it the project in Spain?" She looked at him.
"Yes."
"How is the negotiation going?"
Andrew raised his eyebrows. She never cared about his work, why was she asking about it now?
"It's almost finished." He replied calmly, "I invited them to the shooting range tomorrow and we'll sign the contract there."
After a while, Cynthia bit her lip and asked him, "Tomorrow... can I go with you?"
Andrew was pleasantly surprised, then he saw the gleam in Cynthia'
