Juliana looked at Benson's tall and straight figure and asked with a chuckle, "Why are you here?"
He still had black roses in his hand, and he always brought flowers to her after work every day.
Sometimes a bunch, sometimes a flower, sometimes roses, sometimes lilies.
It had become her habit to receive his flowers every day.
Benson closed the door, walked up to her, and handed her the flowers, "I came to see you on your first day of work."
He waited all day, just waiting for her to call him and ask if there was anything she didn't understand.
As a result, it was dark, and he didn't even wait for a message.
Juliana chuckled, looked up, and saw that he didn't wear a tie, frowning slightly, "Where is the tie?"
Benson was serious, "When drinking water, I accidentally got wet. So I dropped it."
Juliana was dubious, "Is it?"
Benson still nodded without changing his attitude, "Yes."
He couldn't show off the hickey made by Juliana.