In short, Vera was in a mess.
She still couldn't come to her senses after being kissed for a long while.
Since Quill's meeting ended in the afternoon, and there were no other plans in his schedule, he held Vera patiently for a long time.
When they finally broke away from each other, Vera still felt dizzy, and her body turned to jelly. She could only lay in Quill's arms, grabbing onto his shirt with her soft little hands.
His dark shirt became wrinkled from her grasp, and one of the buttons was undid, revealing his collarbones and Adam's apple.
Seeing that, Vera swallowed a mouthful of saliva uselessly.
"Do you like what you see?" Noticing her subtle actions, Quill's eyes darkened slightly. He questioned as he undid the remaining buttons on his shirt.
Vera's eyes suddenly widened as she asked nervously, "What are you doing?"
"I thought you liked it?"
Quill didn't seem like he was stopping at all. Vera pressed his hand down with her face flushed and stopped him from continuing. She said anxiously, "I don't have to see it even if I liked it!"
Quill stopped what he did as Vera held the arm he used to unbutton his shirt. He looked at the blushing girl, and his lips slowly curled upward.
"Okay, you'll see when the time is right."
Vera was speechless.
Looking at that extraordinarily charming man before her, Vera couldn't help but swallow. Why did she feel... that this man had suddenly become flirtatious? Was it her imagination?
He was as cold as an iceberg in the past, and he became as passionate as fire as soon as their relationship was confirmed?
While Vera was still in fright, there was a knock at the door.
"President Hanover."
A male voice came from outside, ruining the atmosphere.
Vera was bewildered for three seconds before she suddenly stood up, leaving a huge distance between her and Quill. She anxiously looked for a place to hide. When she saw a lounge, she went in without a second thought.
Quill stayed silent the whole time.
He watched her every move; she looked like a little hamster who was caught eating.
He coughed softly and said in a hoarse voice while doing his buttons, "Come in."
The moment he opened his mouth, he returned to his poker face and calm tone.
The senior manager who was waiting at the door then pushed the door open and went in.
When the senior manager came in, he certainly felt that something was odd because the president would usually be sitting at his desk. But he was sitting on the sofa that day, and his clothes seemed a little messy?
The senior manager was a little frightened.
He had heard of the rumors recently, but he simply ignored them. After all, everyone thought that he would probably remain single for the rest of his life.
But now? The senior managed to catch a white cross-shoulder handbag that clearly belonged to a woman by Quill's side.
However, he only saw the belongings, but not the person.
The senior manager turned his eyes to the lounge.
She was obviously here, yet she hid; was it because she could not be seen? What was that? It could only mean...
"What are you looking at?"
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