Lucas Griffin pushed open the door to the resting room with his elbow, and with one foot, he brought the door to a close behind him.
The resting room inside the CEO's office was decorated as comfortably as a bedroom.
Amanda Jenkins hadn't even had time to react before she was pressed down onto the soft, large bed by Lucas Griffin.
She cradled his face in a panic, gazing at him with distress, "Lucas, don't force yourself like this; I don't care whether you're capable in that area or not, I can accept platonic love."
She accepted and even admired platonic love.
During those five years of waiting, to her, it was also a platonic love without any outcome.
In her view, the most important thing for two people in love was the blending and bonding of spirit and soul, not of the body.
"Platonic?" Lucas Griffin raised an eyebrow.
"Yes!" Amanda Jenkins nodded seriously.
But Lucas Griffin just chuckled lightly, "But I don't like platonic love."
