With brows tightly knitted together, he moved to untangle her hair from his belt.
It was at that moment someone pushed open the door. Four pairs of eyes were immediately greeted with the shocking sight of the two in a compromising position.
The men cursed themselves for their bad timing.
Moreover, when were Richard and Angela so close? They were even making out now!
“We will be back later, sir. Please, continue,” Will said, pushing the other three out of the room before swiftly closing it behind him.
The other three men had wanted to spend a few more seconds looking at the couple. It was rare for them to see Richard acting all friendly with a girl. How they wished they could have kept staring.
Angela was so embarrassed. It was clear the four men had misunderstood the situation.
Richard did not care about what his subordinates thought though. His broad hands were gently untangling her hair from his belt. As the strands were wrapped tightly around the belt, one mistake and she would be hurt.
“Are you done yet?” she awkwardly asked.
“Soon.” His fingers were unraveling her hair, one strand at a time.
She buried her face in her palms from the embarrassment. How could she look the others in the eye now?
Finally, her hair was free. As soon as she could move, she shot to her feet. Her hair tumbled wildly across her back, emphasizing the innocent beauty of her demure face.
“Trevor and the others must have mistaken what we were doing for something else. Can you clarify things to them?” she asked.
“Clarify what?” he said with a huff.
“Do you not want to clarify what happened?” She pursed her red lips together. She did not care what they thought, but she did not want his image: and reputation to be ruined. He stood up and grabbed his laptop. “You were reading here.”
He then walked out of the room, leaving her all alone.
Watching him leave, her heart stopped pounding with anxiety the moment the door closed behind him. She felt like crying and laughing at the same time. while a strange and sweet sort of giddy joy rose in her.
At that moment, all she wanted to know was if he found her annoying.
The moment Richard stepped into the meeting room, questions began flying his way. “How far have you and Miss Angela gone, Mr. Richard?” asked Trevor.
“Is she going to be your wife?” Jared asked.
Richard calmly looked at them and answered, ‘Mind your own business.” “Stop asking. We will be the first to know if he has any happy news to share,” said Willy.
“Yeah, we are waiting for Richard’s wedding invitation.”
While listening to his subordinates, Richard did not intend to explain much. However, work-related matters were not occupying his brain right now. Instead, he kept rewinding what had happened on the couch earlier. He wondered if she always took the initiative to flirt with a man whenever she met one.
Just then, his phone rang. When he glanced at the number, he reached out to answer it, “Hello!”
“Richard, it’s me, Annie.” A shy girl’s voice sounded on the other end. “I miss you so much, so I asked your grandfather for your personal number. Did I disturb you?”
Richard stood up and walked toward the door of the conference room. When he got out, he responded, “I’m sorry, Miss
Meyers. I’m currently on a mission. Let’s talk once I get back.”
