Lucy Ansley suddenly collided with the deep and caring gaze of the man, instinctively moving a step closer, "I just arrived, and stood here for a little while."
Henry Ronan tightened his grip on her hand and slipped it into his coat pocket, "It's cold, next time you should wear gloves when you go out."
The man led her back into the lobby, asking questions as they walked.
"Would it be a bit outdated?" Lucy murmured contemplatively, "It's fine to keep your hands in your pockets, no one wears gloves on the street."
Henry eyed her exaggerated expression and chuckled softly, squeezing her hand, "You're being stubborn."
While they talked, the two arrived near the elevator; since it was not yet time to get off work, there were few people around, but occasionally some employees passed by with coffee cups.
When the handsome man confidently led the girl with a cool demeanor into the lobby, they instantly drew many eyes.
"Whoa, is that the CEO?"
