While putting on her coat, she answered without turning back, "I'm afraid you'll latch onto me, so I dare not come again."
He chuckled softly, his voice carrying a hint of seduction, "Then I'll come find you. In that case, it'll be your turn to cling onto me."
She buttoned the last button, glanced back at him, the corners of her lips lifting slightly, her tone light yet disdainful, "Dream on."
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On the way to work, the morning sunlight spilled onto the sycamore leaves by the street, creating dappled shadows.
Vivian Sinclair hurriedly stepped into the company's spacious and bright lobby, only to see Walter Prescott standing not far from the reception desk, hands in his suit pockets, calmly looking her way.
Her eyebrows immediately furrowed, her steps instinctively halting, a wave of displeasure rising within her, subconsciously wanting to avoid him and take the side elevator.
