As if she was back to childhood when grandfather held her in his arms and told her stories…
“Mommy,” Angel looked up and saw Monique standing at the door, smiling brightly at her. Her voice was so soft and sweet.
Henry raised his head and glanced at the slender and tall figure in front of him.
Today, she was wearing a pink shirt paired with a black slim-fitting trousers. The curves on her slender legs looked good. Her skin was fair and dazzling. The short black hair neatly scattered on her petite face and the corners of her lips were raised with a gentle smile.
“Angel, go to the couch and play on your own for a while,” Monique gently touched the hair on Angel’s forehead.
“Sure,” Angel took a look at her mother, who seemed to have something to tell father so she cleverly agreed.
Monique’s face turned slightly red. She was feeling awkward. She often apologized to people yet she felt oddly weird to apologize to him.
“Chairman Moore...I am sorry for what I said last night. I have misunderstood you,” Monique opened her mouth, bit her lips, and said awkwardly.
She glanced at him through the corner of her eyes. His facial features were so handsome and profound, his suffocating thin lips were slightly pursed. He was extraordinarily sexy and looked emotionless from his face.
He sat there and stared at her like a king who can dominate everything.
Her bare skin was fair and delicate, the small mouth on her blushing face was like a blossoming bud with a lively temperament.
She was feeling pins and needles as he was looking at her. She really did not know what to say. She picked up the schedule and glanced at it to relieve the pressure of standing beside him.
“There is no outing plan this afternoon. A few LC visitors will be visiting the company,” She informed him about the plans on the schedule and planned to hurry back to her seat.
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