His nose had already touched her cheek, and her wildly beating heart at this moment was like a rapidly growing vine, entangling her emotions!
"Knock, knock, knock!" The crisp knocking sound interrupted their lips, which were about to touch.
Robert Thomson frowned slightly and gently let her go: "Who is it?"
"Do you need the room to be cleaned?" It was the sanitation worker, here to clean up.
"No need!" Robert coldly refused. However, Emma Smith had already escaped from his control and stood to one side.
Her face bore a suspicious blush, as if she didn't dare to look at him. She lowered her head and looked away.
For some reason, seeing that faint redness on her cheeks, he suddenly felt a surge of happiness in his heart.
Her shy and timid gaze was like a wife waiting for her husband's return!
