Only when the light that was on dimmed did he withdraw his gaze.
"Let's go back."
The car started and drove out of the neighborhood.
Gan Yuan withdrew her fingers from the curtains, turned the light back on, and carefully spread the torn dress on the bed. Her fingers gently traced the tears in the fabric, teeth clenched in anger.
"Bastard, this was a gift from my son!"
...
...
Opening the car door, operating the elevator, unlocking the hotel room...
All along the way, Will was extremely cautious.
Tonight, his boss's mood was very off, with a murderous look in his eyes and eyebrows, and he dreaded that any minor misstep might bring upon him a storm.
Seeing Huangfu Jue heading towards the study door, he hurriedly took two quick steps to help push the door open.
Walking into the study, his gaze swept over the design drafts scattered across the desk, and Huangfu Jue's gaze fell on the high-back chair facing away from the door, his furrowed brow tightening even more.