After he made the suggestion, Cindy decided to see him out.
But they were already at the door, and Adrian Zhekova hadn't seen any sign from Cindy.
"Ahem," Adrian turned his head to look at her.
You don't have anything for me?
Cindy blinked, not understanding.
"You were worried that Sheldon Rowland was hungry earlier and gave him some snacks," Adrian said.
Cindy finally got it, Adrian wanted some too?
"I'll get it for you right now," Cindy quickly said.
"I don't want it anymore!" Adrian said, feeling a bit upset.
Did he need to take the initiative?
Couldn't she be proactive?
Why didn't she worry that he might get hungry during work in the afternoon?
"Please," Cindy tugged at him.
Adrian lowered his head slightly, to see her hand clutching his suit sleeve.
Her slender fingers were gently pinching his deep grey suit, her white fingers standing out even more against his clothing.
She didn't keep her nails long, they were trimmed short, convenient for cooking.
