Upon seeing Dylan Collins, Maya Morales stopped and almost fell off the treadmill.
Hallie Morgan jumped up.
"You're back."
She flashed a bright smile and scurried over to him.
Maya watched silently, sighed to herself and said, "Hello, CEO Collins..."
Dylan Collins smiled at the pair, "Lady Morales, what are you doing?"
"..."
Maya felt self-conscious about how she looked, drenched in sweat, cheeks flushed red, panting heavily. She had never appeared this way in public before.
But having dealt with being overweight for so many years, and mocked by others, she had forced herself not to care about her appearance. It wasn't really a big deal.
Dylan Collins watched her bustling around and glanced at Hallie's sleepy and lazy expression. He squinted and said, "Looks like my home gym is a good investment."
What did he mean...
"Lady Morales' presence shows that my gym is well-maintained."
"..."
Maya's face darkened slightly.
