The Rose He Showed Off Is Putting Down Roots in a Garden of Her Own novel Chapter 332

Affection often needed no reason.

A person could be drawn to a face, a voice, a manner of speaking, or even a scent.

But then there was the kind of connection decided entirely by genetics.

An innate, subconscious magnetic pull.

That was exactly what Zane was feeling right now.

An overwhelming desire to simply be near him.

Jasper returned with the coffee, snapping Zane out of his daze.

"Hello, Mr. Pierce," Zane immediately offered a greeting.

"Hello, Mr. Whitaker," Preston replied with polite reserve.

"Please, have some coffee."

"Thank you, Mr. Whitaker."

Zane couldn't tell if he was captivated by the man's face or his unshakeable aura of calm.

Either way, just sitting across from him made his heart soften in a way he couldn't explain.

A Vice President of this caliber required a steep salary, strict negotiations, and equity talks, yet Zane found himself wanting to offer him everything he asked for. The unconditional urge to yield was entirely shocking.

Was it simply because he looked like his mother?

Preston felt a similarly intense, inexplicable sensation.

It didn't feel like a job interview at all. It felt like he was just meant to be here, looking at this man.

"Mr. Pierce, are you nearsighted?"

"Yes. Growing up, the studying conditions at home were poor, and later, the sheer volume of reading ruined my eyesight. I've had some corrective procedures over the years, but there's still a degree of nearsightedness."

He shouldn't have shared so much, yet the words spilled out with a natural ease he couldn't comprehend.

"Mr. Pierce, may I see your glasses?" Zane asked, then immediately realized how intrusive that sounded. "If it's too personal, don't worry about it."

Preston took off his glasses and handed them over without a second thought.

His mother didn't wear glasses, so the moment Preston removed them, Zane froze. The resemblance was... striking.

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