Leave Me Alone, Mr Shaffer by Diana Tenny

Chapter 142

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Seth carried Isabella to the fourteenth floor. When the elevator doors opened,

the people waiting outside were completely surprised, unable to offer any

greetings.

Isabella was piggybacked on Seth’s back. She intentionally lowered her head,

her hair draping down to hide her face.

Despite carrying her, Seth maintained an upright posture, exuding a terrifying

presence with just a single glance. He said, “Don’t you people have anything

better to do?”

The stunned crowd quickly regained awareness. In an instant, people

scattered in all directions, chaos erupting once again. They forgot their

intended destinations, colliding with each other.

Seth observed the chaotic scene with annoyance. He was about to scold the

supervisor when he suddenly felt pressure on his neck. Isabella, without

realizing it, tightened her grip around his neck. Their skin briefly made

contact, and she swiftly withdrew her hand, reacting sensitively.

He thought she was overreacting, considering they had already been more

intimate. A slight touch like this shouldn’t matter much. With that in mind, he

tilted his head backward, pressing against her arm.

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Isabella leaned in, and with the sudden movement, Seth’s hair lightly brushed

against her cheek, feeling soft and ticklish. It sent a shiver down her spine,

and goosebumps appeared on her arm.

steady steps, Seth entered the small meeting

he unexpectedly released the person on

stumbled. Thankfully, Nicolas was behind her, extending a hand

regain balance.

clothes, and his expression showed no

Jason, who stood by the door.

Don’t waste time.”

to read something from Seth’s face. Suddenly,

eyes pierced through,

quickly look away.

it’s just an inconspicuous sales point

show any

“anyone,” making his intentions quite

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nearby, muttered curses under her breath.

to sense something and swiftly

and she was caught in the act. Even the

froze. Awkwardly tugging at the corner

unaware, forcing a

hands in his pockets, and walked out of the meeting

strides. Surprisingly, he didn’t give

a click, the meeting room

glass door, observing him walking away.

turning back, almost as if the playful antics

with him. At that thought, she licked her lips, feeling inwardly

was losing

a seat,” Jason reminded her.

it was unwise to offend her

courteous

numb and sore in her knees. The thought of sitting down

seemed like her knees refused to bend. Taking it step by

way to the edge of the table, breaking down the simple

various details. It took some time before

settled into the

was seated, Jason went outside

the meeting room, Isabella thought about

legs. The

passed. She thought about checking around

So, she decided not to interfere.

she pulled out a tissue and wiped

she silently gave