, accompanying Wesley Foley to the research institute, Titus Zane realized that it was not at all like what she had imagined.
Perhaps because it only handled research, with the results sent to a factory below for production, the institute was actually a small laboratory.
A few staff mbers responsible for research and design sat each at a computer, their nimble fingers tapping on the keyboard, calculating data she couldn’t understand.
In another lab, a few staff mbers in white coats were engrossed in sothing at their desks.
Logically speaking, Titus Zane should have been happy to be brought here by Wesley, as it brought her one step closer to what she wanted. However, the closer she got, the more she struggled internally, even feeling sowhat uneasy.
So she spent the whole afternoon in a daze, not paying much attention to the discussion going on between Wesley and the institute’s researchers.
Titus Zane only knew that Wesley, when working on the research for the new product with the staff, was very serious. He put on a white coat, positioned glasses on the bridge of his nose... Shedding the aura of the company’s top executive, among the few people here, he was just an ordinary researcher.
Talking with them, exchanging thoughts, expressing his opinions, and at the sa ti, he would seriously listen to theirs...
Titus Zane also donned a white coat, stood by Wesley’s side, watching the man working intently, her mind wandering, her conscience still intact, telling her that she shouldn’t deceive a man who worked so diligently.
In her daze, Wesley had already turned to look over, his long fingers taking her hand. Titus Zane ca back to her senses, her surprised gaze conveying even more confusion.
Having worked under Wesley for several days, this was the first ti he had done such an intimate act in front of his subordinates, not distinguishing between public and private matters.
Still wearing his glasses, the warmth in his eyes behind the lenses, in front of several researchers, Wesley said, "Let’s go, we should head back."
The usual tone, simple words, yet they gave the illusion that they were a couple, or husband and wife, her accompanying him, and after work was done, they would go ho together.
In the amused gazes of the few researchers, Titus Zane passively left with Wesley, his hand leading hers, following his steady pace out of the institute.
The feeling was hard to articulate; it was both comforting and anxious, but most of all, conflicted.
Before starting the car, Wesley said.
"I brought you here to let you see what my work is usually like, sotis for a satisfying product, we’ll work tirelessly for days and nights..."
At this point, Wesley turned his gaze away, the affection evident in his warm eyes, eting Titus Zane’s slightly panicked eyes, Wesley said, "Do you like this kind of ?"
Titus Zane...
Looked steadily at Wesley, her slightly parted lips revealing her reluctance.
Yes, she was touched by compassion, how could she bear to steal the results of the hard work of such a deeply affectionate and seemingly perfect man?
Even if the buyer’s reward was quite generous.
It seed Wesley was not in a hurry to get Titus Zane’s answer. Successful n always have strong self-confidence.
Starting the engine, looking ahead, Wesley said indifferently, "Let’s go, it’s getting late, it’s ti for dinner."
Titus Zane looked out the car window at the sky, then glanced at her watch, and that’s when she realized, unknowingly, it was already past quitting ti.
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