At the office, Jean lowered his head and wrote something down on a document. A few strands of hair fell on his forehead and behind him was a large box of sunlight shining down on his shoulders. The atmosphere surrounding the man was solemn.
At this time, the man did not raise his eyes when he heard the door being opened. He asked in a low voice instead. "What else do you need?"
Lilia leaned against the door's frame and answered with a smile, "I just want to ask Mr. Widjaya, does he have time to have lunch together?!"
The man opened his eyes in an instant and looked into Lilia's clear eyes. The seriousness between his brows faded in an instant, and his magnetic voice replied, "Of course I have time. Does Mrs. Widjaya want to eat?"
Lilia bit her lip down. She was about to answer when someone jumped out from behind her. "Jean, why don't you ask me!"
Jean caught Tom's figure." What are you doing here?"
Tom's answer was short, "Nothing!"
