"President Griffith." Cherish Turner called out softly from outside the car.
William Griffith looked straight ahead and said in a deep voice, "Get in."
Cherish hesitated for a moment before walking around the car and getting in. The cool interior was refreshing with the fan blowing air, making the cold wind bearable. Sitting next to him, her heart suddenly skipped a beat. She tried to remain calm and indifferent, "President Griffith, what can I do for you?"
William didn't speak, and Cherish waited.
After five minutes of silence, he still hadn't said a word.
"President Griffith?" Cherish couldn't help but ask, but he handed her a thermos, "Drink this."
Cherish was stunned, her gaze slowly shifting from his strong, cold face to the thermos in his hand. She stared blankly for a minute before looking back at him. Suddenly, his cold demeanor seemed to be warmed by the sunlight, revealing a hint of tenderness that made her heart ache.
