"He's busy!" After that, he faced the computer and continued the meeting.
I was speechless.
But I still cut a portion of it and put it in front of him. "Eat!"
He raised his eyebrows. "You don't want to eat?"
"I am on a diet!" He just said that I was fat in the morning, and he still wanted me to eat these desserts.
He said to the screen, "Okay, the meeting is over."
Then he took off the headset and put it down before looking me in their eye. "What do you want to eat?"
Excuse me?
"Hendrix, I'm at work now!"
He nodded. "Yes, I'll ask Evan to send it over."
"I'm not hungry!" He was really a troublemaker.
He raised his eyebrows and stopped talking. He moved the cake in front of me and slowly tapped on the keyboard with his slender fingers. It was strange to see his movements hampered by the injury on his hand.
I opened and closed my mouth a few times but nothing came out..
A knock on the office door interrupted us. Hendrix called out coldly, "Come in!"
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