After John knocked on Nicole’s door, he entered the room without waiting for her response.

“Ms. Tussaud, you must have worked hard. Why don’t you take a rest?”

“It’s all right.” Nicole looked up at him. Her gaze then lowered to look at the fancy box in his hands. “What’s this?”

With an overjoyed expression, John explained, “Ms. Tussaud, our president ordered this from the best dessert store in the city for you. Do try it.”

Evan ordered this for me?

From the best dessert store?

Nicole stared at John in disbelief, wondering if she had heard him wrong. That bastard Evan. How can he possibly be nice to me?

“I beg your pardon?”

John looked at her before repeating his words in a serious tone. He even added, “Ms. Tussaud, you didn’t hear me wrong. Mr. Seet had specially ordered this for you.”

Did Evan really ordered this for me?

What happened to him? Does he have ulterior motives?

lunches in this world. What is he

the contemplating woman. “Ms. Tussaud, our president is actually nice to his employees. Last month, one of the staff members’ family was diagnosed with cancer. He needed money, and Mr. Seet

had not expected an inapproachable man like

saying that Evan is encouraging me as my

be it. Evan wants me to go through the documents carefully. It seems like the

her worth,

queue for the new products of the dessert store. Not to mention that even if

Maya saw the poster, she stared at it for nearly a

see the way Maya’s eyes

She’ll love it.

“Ms. Tussaud, try it.”

her senses. “Work is more important. Please thank Mr. Seet for the cake on

Um…

had wanted to ask her for a bite, but

they seemed to be on good

happy to hear about

office, Evan stared at John, eager for the latter’s answer. “Did she eat

work. She said she’ll bring it home

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