Ambryan paused for a second.
Standing before him—in a long-sleeved black sweater and a pair of white mini shorts—was his missing secretary. She wore zero makeup along with her hazel contact lens. Her crimson hair had been pulled back into a messy bun.
Her thin lips parted open at the sight of him.
He locked his jaw just to stop himself from touching them.
"Uh…," Eve breathed out. She took a step back inside and peeked at the wall clock. "Is it lunch time already? I'm sorry that I'm not ready yet. I should have kept a better track of the time—"
"Eating inside is fine by me," Ambryan interrupted. He let himself in and shrugged off his suit jacket, hanging it up on the coat rack. Then, he unhooked his cufflinks and loosened his neck tie. "Are you making pasta? Does it have tomatoes?"
Eve blinked at the empty hallway.
