Right Person, Wrong Time

Chapter 225 The Engagement Annulment

Colton was still working when Queenie came into his office.

The lighting in the enormous office was perfect because of the floor-to-ceiling windows he had in place of a wall. On top of that, the rays from the sun hanging high gave the room a spacious and warm feeling. The weather on this day happened to be pleasant as well.

As soon as he heard the sound coming from the door, Colton stopped doing his work and raised his head to glance at Queenie with an indifferent and emotionless look.

She walked toward him slowly and was about to get closer to coyly say something when Tony suddenly pushed the door open and came in.

Queenie froze and stopped moving.

Tony brought in a tea set and placed it on the sofa table beside before he skillfully poured water into a tea cup. “Miss Queenie, I am not sure what you would like to drink, so I prepared plain water for you. Is this alright?”

She nodded in reply. She couldn’t possibly do anything overly intimate to Colton now that Tony was here. Left with no choice, Queenie could only walk to the sofa and slowly take a sip from the teacup.

to wait for Tony to leave before she talked

signs of leaving even when she was

and when the ceramic teacup made a clear sound as it touched the table, she had a slightly dissatisfied look on

anything as he continued to

the end, Colton was the one who kindly spoke up in his

his boss’ stern face, he decided not

smile only appeared on Queenie’s face after Tony left. She stood up and wanted to walk over to Colton, but was stopped before

from there.

she heard those words, and she obediently stood there. She didn’t dare make any sudden moves because

a smile, and she said gently, “We haven’t had a good conversation in a long while, Colton. I came here to congratulate my sister after I heard that she has become the founder of ‘Ann’,

did she not sound dissatisfied, her words even sounded

his dark eyes an empty void that held no emotion. Queenie couldn’t tell what Colton was thinking as

then gave a curt response in a low voice as he spun the pen

a while, he drawled, “I heard from my mother and