He turned away from the window, agitated by the view outside, and two minutes later, he turned back to look at the papers scattered on the floor. With a painful and hurt expression, he bent down and picked them up one by one.
On someone else's turf, what right did he have to send people away?
She must despise this side of him even more, right?
Kevin Cliff, you've really wasted thirty-five years of life, not even knowing how to court a woman or pursue love!
As the sun shifted westward, two hours passed, and Kevin Cliff left his office, coat in hand, right on time. The entire floor was deserted, eerily silent.
Passing by a small meeting room, his steps were halted by a voice.
"... Senior, be gentle..."
Such a soft and pleasant voice... who else could it be but her!
But that wasn't the worst of it—the uncontrollable moans were sounds he had never forgotten, sounds she had once made in his presence, sounds that were all too pleasing to the ear.
