Lucy raised her eyes and smiled back. "I can do whatever I want since this is my husband's office. Who are you to question me?"
"Are you out of your mind?! Don't you know that Davis doesn't like when someone sits on his seat?!" Hearing this from Sierra, Lucy frowned.
But she covered it well before someone caught those changes.
'Does Davis hate it? but he never mentioned it.' She used to sit and work at his desk.
As her memory lane went, she recalled that once she got married to him, he had never objected to her sitting at his place.
However, the thought itself brought her to clouds. "That's for others, it doesn't apply to his wife."
"So you better take a seat and stop trying to create a nuisance here!" Lucy added on and diverted her eyes back to the screen. She was least interested in listening to her continuous rants.
However, Sierra was fuming with anger.
Her nails dig into her flesh and she gritted her teeth. "Just wait for Davis to come! He will kick you out!"
