She was slightly stunned. Her gaze slowly moved up from the leather shoes, the impeccably straight suit trousers, the khaki fine-checkered shirt, to Joseph Thompson's handsome face that could stir envy in both mortals and gods.
Joseph's face was expressionless, his brows furrowed as he looked down at her feet, as if they were more captivating than the flowers nearby.
"What a coincidence," Jaylene greeted him first, politely and formulaically, "Director Thompson, are you here for a stroll in this small garden as well?"
"What happened to your foot?" Joseph seemed not to have heard her greeting and still stared intently at her feet.
"It's nothing," Jaylene instinctively retracted her foot and feigned calmness, "Well, I'm going ahead. Enjoy your walk by yourself."
"If there's nothing wrong, why don't you put your shoes back on?" Joseph glanced at her. Did he look like a blind man? Or a fool to her?
