“I’m sorry. Can I come in?” She turned her gaze down to look at the floor.
“Sure.” He straightened his shirt before walking over to the couch. He had been expecting a subordinate, not her.
She walked over and bent down to put the cup of coffee on the table before him. However, the unexpected heat coming from the bottom of the cup made her hands jerk, pouring the cup of coffee down onto his pants.
Moreover, the liquid landed on him in the worst place possible.
“Aah!” She instantly darted over with some facial tissues to wipe the liquid away from his pants.
She was in such a state of panic that she forgot where exactly she was touching. She wiped and wiped, and… It was only then that she realized what was going on. Her cheeks were blushing as she stared down at the spot she had been wiping.
“I’m sorry. I am so sorry. I did not mean to do this.” She looked up at him with innocent eyes.
His lips were tightly pressed together as his throat rolled with a swallow. Richard stared at her with his dark eyes as a storm brewed in them.
“You did it on purpose. Richard firmly believed that she was doing this as revenge. Angela’s eyes remained glued to the wet spot on his pants as she gulped. ‘I really did not. It was an accident.”
“Get out!” he barked without obvious exasperation.
She bit her lip and closed her eyes in frustration. Why did this happen? It was all a bid to make him like her, but now she had hurt him.
I’ll get you another cup of coffee.” She then rushed out of the room with her cheeks flushed red.
He walked over to his closet to grab a pair of pants before heading to the bathroom. In the shower, annoyance swelled in him as his blood boiled with lust.
Although she had only touched him a few times, he still reacted to her touch.
Even now, his mind was still filled with the image of her fair and innocent face. He then realized the fire burning in him was impossible to suppress in just a few seconds.
When he eventually exited the bathroom, he found someone under the table. It was Angela, back to clean his floor. Her hair was tied up in a lazy ponytail. She did not seem to be someone who often cleaned as she cleaned so awkwardly that she accidentally pushed over the rubbish bin.
Thankfully, his bin was only filled with papers. Even though the bin was turned over, the only trash on the floor was scrunched-up balls of paper.
He crossed his arms and admired the sight of her cleaning. He was not going to help at all.
Once Angela was done cleaning up the trash, she moved on to organize the documents on his desk. A strand of long hair slipped out from the back of her ear, making her beautiful face appear even more exquisite.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he continued to admire her figure.
Then, noticing that she was being watched, she turned to smile at him. “Are you done changing?”
She finished cleaning up his desk before walking out of the room. Soon, she was back with a new tray of coffee. This time, she had two cups; one for him while the other was for her.
After a while, Angela realized the most comfortable spot in the room was Richard’s couch. Due to her lack of sleep, there was nowhere she wanted to be other than his couch where she would curl up into a ball and read one of his books.
