Shane didn't reply. He lowered his head and fixed his gaze on her small face.

Charlotte rested against him for a while before she managed to pick herself up. Even as she walked, she was still unsteady. She wanted to return to her office to eat something sugary.

But what about Shane?

Charlotte hesitated for a moment and eventually decided to invite Shane. "Shane, do you want to come and take a seat in my office?"

Lets go.

She hung her head low and led the way.

Charlotte's office was stark. It didn't look like a woman's office.

Shane had met quite a lot of female CEOS from different companies. Most of them would decorate their rooms with plants, and some would even put up photo frames.

There were no decorations on Charlotte's desk. Only a pen, notebook, a computer, and a hand cream next to the mouse could be seen.

The design style was more of a cold color scheme.

Shane didn't know why but he thought that the office looked a little familiar. His lips curled into a slight smile when he saw the color combination of the bookshelf. "Does Ms. Emerson have the habit of replicating other people's office design style?" "This was an accident." She poured him a cup of coffee and said, "At that time, I was in a hurry to find an office, and the renovation was also in a rush, so I bought a ready-made bookshelf instead."

"Why don't you use Rick's?"

"His office is painted white. That's an unlucky color."

"That's it?"

What else could it be?

Charlotte asked in confusion, "What did you expect?"

Shane took a sip of his coffee, put the cup on the table, and walked out.

Charlotte sat in her seat while eating chocolate. Before she could even react, he had already disappeared.

What did she say to offend him?

After she finished eating the chocolate, Charlotte wiped her hands and prepared to read some documents. But how could one recover from low blood sugar in such a short time? She was feeling dizzier.

Rendered helpless, she put down the documents and leaned back on the chair with her eyes closed.

Suddenly, a trail of fragrance wafted into her nostrils.

Charlotte opened her eyes.

Shane was carrying a lot of bags in his hands. He then placed them all on her desk.

bags and packages were not opened, she could barely see

in front of her, taking the

out his pen

with it

are the busiest, how many documents do you have to deal

He

Thirty.

was not even the biggest number among all the two-digit

to thirty minutes. And she

documents should be at least more than ten

day?"

for her and put it

realizing something all of a sudden, she shot up her

"No."

to swear that

"I swear."

smiled and

long fingers

knew that Peter

knew that, he

was his man.

to admit that this person was a gift he gave to her and not a

it because Rick taught her all these when

the way he looked at her

a little

a more suitable advisor for her

Charlotte finished a piece of cake, she suddenly sighed and said, "Shane, if you hadn't divorced me back then, I might not have even known the impact of shipping routes on

best to protect everyone. It's just that, have you ever thought that the people you wanted to protect

"So?

might be something wrong with Christopher, but because he is your best friend, you don't want to say it out loud. You asked me to stay away from him, not because of jealousy, but because you were concerned with my safety. But the more you do that, the more I will resist and try to prove that you're wrong, so in

opened a box of cake and pushed it to her. "So, you think that I need you because I wanted to

be so blunt and straightforward, as if he

Forget it.

science was

and said, "Yes,

my strategies

eyes. She felt that his

important customer from abroad had come to River City, and he needed to welcome the

his conversation on the phone as he took a pen and wrote seven words on Charlotte's memo: There

words as she let her mind

there actually be many more years

to be with her for many years,

out of her memo. The moment when she was about to

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