Her gaze fell directly on Dylan Heston. He had always been in great shape. He was wearing a white dress shirt, and she was the one who had his jacket.
"Sneaking around the doorway like that. Are you trying to steal something?" Dylan Heston was still holding a coffee cup; he must have just come from the breakroom.
"I… I wasn't trying to steal anything!" Falsely accused, her face immediately turned red, and her explanation came out in a stammer.
"Oh? So you were trying to get a look at me?"
"…" 'Oh, for heaven's sake, can someone please grab a stick and knock either me or this man in front of me unconscious?'
That wasn't what she meant, but it was exactly as Dylan Heston had said. She suddenly felt completely unable to defend herself.
Having lost the ability to form a coherent sentence, she just stared at him blankly. This seemed to be the first time they had been alone together since reuniting.
