Betsy Russell frowned slightly, seriously saying, "Is Sir Hughes's illness fake?"
"It was real before, but this time it should be fake." Jared Hughes said, approaching Betsy's face, just about to kiss her, but Betsy turned her head, and his kiss landed on her cheek.
"Alright, I'm going to take a shower now. I have a meeting tomorrow morning." Betsy said, standing up and walking toward the bathroom.
After taking two steps, her arm was grabbed by Jared Hughes.
She looked back at him.
With a playful smile, Jared said, "If my darling has any needs in that area, I don't mind being late tomorrow."
Saying that, Jared gazed at Betsy meaningfully.
Betsy was speechless and laughed at Jared's shamelessness, quickly saying, "But I'm afraid of being late."
Her last day of vacation was over, and she had to go back to work tomorrow.
And she still had to deal with the acquisition of the Turley Group tomorrow.
