"Mr. Thomson, are you talking about Secretary Smith?" He resisted laughing, looking at the always brilliant and heroic CEO in this state, he couldn't help but sigh, every Jack has his Jill!
"Who mentioned her?" Robert Thomson immediately retorted. However, his wandering eyes, slightly flushed cheeks, and the clearly expectant expression on his face made Christopher Wilson's mouth hang open in shock, as if he could swallow an entire egg!
Is this the expression of a man smitten with love?
Why does it feel so out of place on Robert Thomson's face?
Before he could finish expressing his surprise, he heard Robert Thomson mutter to himself, "What exactly do women want to be happy?"
Christopher Wilson coughed, "Mr. Thomson, actually I think Secretary Smith is a bit—"
