The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella and Romeo) novel Chapter 718

Hans, "Am I usually a hard-nosed guy?"

"Well. not exactly. But you do have a strong aura that puts pressure on people when they're around you," Molly replied, glancing at Hans, "But you're not bad right now. At least you're a bit more approachable."

She drew a tiny circle in the air with her finger, laughing, looking cute as a button.

Hans softened his voice, "Seems like there's still room for me to improve."

"No, you're already perfect. You have great self-control and ambition and can manage your schedule and emotions well. You handle any problem with a cool head. Many people in the company admire you, thinking you're flawless."

"And some think I'm a workaholic robot, cold and boring."

"That's not true. In my opinion, you're a gentleman who leads by example, a fair boss, and someone who's overly protective of his sister."

Overly protective of his sister?

Molly, "Overall, I think you're a good person, very gentle."

Hans had never been praised like this by a girl before. In school, girls only had one word for him - handsome. At work, people found him stringent. And Molly was the first person to compliment him in every way.

Hans's gaze softened even more, "Take a break, and I'll call you when it's time."

Molly, "Okay."

Although Molly wanted to rest, having her boss sit before her, reading documents, gave her some pressure.

She closed her eyes, images of the competition scene flooding her mind. It was such a pity, that the butterfly knot wasn't tied properly, and the top part of the dress wasn't altered well.

After a while, she suddenly opened her eyes, looking at Hans, "Mr. Collins, can I borrow some paper and a pen?"

She was currently receiving an IV drip on someone else's plane.

"Sure, I'll go get them." Hans stood up and quickly found her some paper and a pen.

Ideas started to flow in Molly's head. She quickly sketched a few dress designs on the paper, all with butterfly-style skirts but completely different top designs.

Hans watched her intently, drawing, images of her on stage today, holding an umbrella, slowly coming out from a small bridge over a stream, looking into the distance...