The door of the office was not entirely closed. With a gentle push from the door, Michelle pushed it open.
In the light coming from her cell phone, she wandered around the president's office, but she did not see Scott.
"CEO?" It was not until she walked in that she found Scott sitting on the sofa. Michelle couldn't see his face because he was lowering his head. She had a vague impression of his sculptural side face.
"Boss, are you all right?" She didn't sit on the sofa, but stood in front of him.
But the next second, Scott held her waist tightly. She tried to push him away but failed at last.
"Please don't go. I beg you."
She could be sure that at this time, Scott was very fragile, and he was like a child. She didn't know what had happened to him. Or he just thought of something all of a sudden.
"Boss, are you sick?" She bent down and prepared to see his face, but she was held more tightly by Scott. His body was trembling slightly, as if he was crying.
She kept this posture for a long time. Only when her feet were tired from standing did Scott give up. As if comforting a child, she patted him on the back and said softly, "I won't go. I'll stay here with you."
The short sentence made Scott feel like a mother. Her voice was so soft, like she was talking to her own child.
As a man, how could he be so afraid? What on earth had he experienced?
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