Since she had already agreed, Heather could only sit down as he instructed. After pouring himself a glass of red wine, Nian Shen also poured her one.
This time, Heather didn't drink immediately. She stared at the glass, her expression a little hesitant.
If it were someone else, it wouldn't matter. But this was Nian Shen—the man with a "record." And now, he was her direct boss...
He noticed all her subtle reactions. His lips curled into a faint smile as he said, "Traumatized? Well, having a good memory can be a blessing. Don't worry, there's nothing in that. I don't use the same trick twice."
She knew deep down that he meant her no harm, so she drank.
After a few sips, her throat burned, and she coughed a couple of times.
"Are you sick?"
"Just a minor issue. I've been a bit under the weather these past few days—throat inflammation."
