No! Impossible!
The mont this thought crossed her mind, Vera Wave dismissed it.
One must know their own limits. Speaking of appearance, she thought she looked okay, but not to the point of being devastatingly beautiful. Concerning her physique, she didn’t have much flesh on her bones, and on top of that, she was currently penniless... Besides, a man like him, handso and wealthy, could easily have a horde of won vying for his bed. Why would he make such a big fuss over her? Wait, didn’t Bella Hawskin often say that n are inherently contrary? The more unobtainable sothing is, the more desirable it becos. Perhaps he found her to be a novelty and wanted to conquer her. Otherwise, why would he have her sign a ten-year contract, and even set the breach penalty at 300,000? What legitimate contract is structured like this? Thinking carefully about it, he definitely tricked her into signing that day.
While she was lost in these wild thoughts, Kris Cooper, who was reading docunts, sensed her gaze and turned to look at her.
Their eyes t, and Vera’s heart skipped a beat. The peeler in her hand slipped from the orange peel and nicked her finger.
"Ah!"
With a cry, the orange slipped from her hands, rolled away, and landed in the center of the office floor.
"What happened?"
Dropping the docunt, Kris rushed over. He grabbed her hand and frowned when he saw the bead of blood welling on her finger.
"You clumsy girl! You even managed to injure yourself making juice!"
He dragged her to the sofa and sternly pushed her down onto it.
"Hold your hand up and keep still!"
With that, he turned, rummaged around, and then returned with a first-aid kit. He wiped away the blood and, seeing it was just a superficial cut, seed slightly relieved. He then applied a bandage to her finger.
Was it necessary for him to make such a fuss over a re scratch?
Vera looked at her finger, then her gaze shifted to his face.
"Umm... Mr. President, may I ask you a question?"
"Ask!"
Kris gathered the used cotton balls from the table.
Vera mustered her courage. "Did you... develop feelings for ?"
His hand, holding one of the cotton balls, stiffened slightly as he t her gaze.
That cheeky girl, she’s finally catching on?
He squatted down in front of her again, looking up into her eyes.
"What do you think?!"
His gaze was so intense that she suddenly felt a little flustered.
"Umm..." Vera swallowed. "I won’t just casually sell my body. If that’s what you’re thinking, you might as well give up. I will absolutely not use any ’unspoken rules’ to get ahead!"
Kris narrowed his dark eyes.
"You’re suggesting I want to sleep with you?"
Isn’t... that the case? Otherwise, why would he be so kind to her? It couldn’t possibly be that he’d fallen in love with her, right? They had known each other for less than a week. How was that possible? The old saying goes: ’Excessive attentiveness usually hides ill intentions.’ Previously, Harry Snowpine was nice to her only because he wanted her money. Now she had no money, and he definitely wasn’t lacking any. The most precious thing he could want from her was her body. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have tried to rip her clothes off earlier.
POP!
The cotton swab in Kris’s hand snapped in two. Startled, Vera instinctively shrank back, raising a hand to cover her neckline.
Seeing her defensive gesture, Kris frowned, stood up, and wordlessly returned to his desk to sit down.
After a mont, he forced out a few words through gritted teeth.
"The cost of this orange will be deducted from your salary!"
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