Edith's expression faltered. She hadn't anticipated the question. "What are you trying to say? He is my boss…" Edith stammered, her cheeks heating with embarrassment. A restless tension seemed to stir in her chest, betraying the calm front she tried to maintain.
Riya noticed the crack in her composure, and it only strengthened her doubt. She leaned forward and pressed with quiet insistence. "So what? It's not a crime to fall for your boss. Honestly, it's rare for someone in his position to share credit so freely, let alone dedicate his success to his assistant. I think he likes you."
Edith's expression hardened into stone, her lips pressing into a firm line. "Miss Riya, please don't say such things," she said coldly, though the faint tremor in her voice betrayed her unease. "I respect my boss. I don't want any nonsense or rumors to trouble my bond with him. Please don't ever bring this up again."
