Carrying files and a notebook, she walked out of the CEO's office still feeling guilty, even breaking out in a sweat.
The feeling was just like being caught by the homeroom teacher cheating during an exam.
She let out a sigh, clutching her things tightly and walked quickly downstairs, afraid that Sylvan Cheney would call her back again.
The sunset's afterglow spilled onto the floor, she stepped along the light down the corridor to the elevator.
It seemed like his scent still lingered at the tip of her nose—a light and clean fragrance that made her blush and her heart race.
She didn't know how many times today her heart had pounded fiercely.
This chaotic feeling hadn't occurred in a long time.
If this continues, she might mess up her work.
She still wanted to do the project well.
People say a beautiful woman is a disaster, confusing the ruler's mind; a handsome man is quite lethal too.
Sylvan Cheney is that sort of deadly poison.
