Perhaps because he had always been troubled, as soon as Wesley Foley spoke, Titus Zane’s nerves tensed up abruptly.
Even the hand that was holding the signing pen involuntarily tightened.
He stared fixedly at Wesley Foley, afraid to miss any expression or words.
Then he heard Wesley Foley continue, "Didn’t I tell you last night, when no one is around, don’t call me president."
"Then...what should I call you?" Titus Zane’s thoughts were still stuck in his previous shock, as he spoke, his voice trembling, along with his expression at the moment.
Wesley Foley raised his hand and came over, his slender fingers pinched Titus Zane’s nose and twisted it, smiling, "Forgetful, that warrants a punishment."
Then he let go and casually picked up the half-finished piece Titus Zane had just doodled on.
Was she...being flirted with?
Or... should it be considered an unwritten rule?
But before she could find an answer in her mind, Wesley Foley had already brought the half-finished piece in front of her, "Your painting skills are very good, why didn’t you continue?"
With a nonchalant tone, his gaze still lingering on it, Titus Zane pursed her lips slightly, "These days, there are countless unknown painters like me; painting doesn’t exchange for bread, so I gave it up."
A single sentence, poured out the hardships of unknown painters.
Painting, it’s a costly occupation; if one simply paints without appreciation or collection, in the end, it all ends up fruitless.
Wesley Foley lifted his eyes, the phoenix-like gaze meeting Titus Zane’s, with a serious expression within it.
"Stay by my side, do what you want to do!" A simple few words, resounding powerfully.
Titus Zane’s heart also trembled.
It seemed... Nathan Moore had never said such words.
He only said, to let her work at his company...
Unconsciously, Titus Zane compared Wesley Foley with Nathan Moore again.
But after comparing, the result was that there was only a bit of resentment in her heart.
Regaining her thoughts, Titus Zane tilted her head, her full lips forming a beautiful curve, "Aren’t I following you right now?"
Looking at Titus Zane’s playful appearance, Wesley Foley’s phoenix eyes darkened slightly, but he didn’t continue this topic.
Folding up that half-finished piece, he put it into his suit pocket, "Let’s go, if we don’t fill our stomachs now, we will be starving while working this afternoon."
Titus Zane glanced at the time on her wristwatch and realized that the lunch break was almost over.
After tidying up the desk briefly, Titus Zane stood up and walked out of the office one after another with Wesley Foley.
Felix Shaw had a very sound sleep, rolling alone on the big bed, undisturbed, and even had a spring dream.
In the dream, he pinned Mia Foster beneath him, he could clearly send her to the clouds, but he deliberately didn’t!
Suspended her mid-air, watching her obviously struggling appearance, maliciously pressing, "Say, am I awesome or is that foreign devil awesome?"
Without getting an answer, feeling Mia Foster tensing up again, he stopped and, with mischief in his peach blossom eyes, leaned down, kissing the half-bitten lips of Mia Foster and cooing again during the light pecks and shallow kisses.
"Be good, call me husband... say your husband is very awesome... then, your husband will take you..."
Unable to withstand the man’s torment, tears welled up in Mia Foster’s eyes, she cried out, "Husband... you’re so awesome..."
This feeling of conquest was so good, Felix Shaw even laughed out loud in his sleep.
Suddenly feeling a weight on his buttocks, accompanied by a stern voice, "Having a spring dream? Hurry and get up!"