Suzanne didn't expect to see John Jackson here; she looked up to see his ghost-struck expression and asked the puzzled Mason King inside the door, "Do your assistants work so diligently that they don't even rest? How come he's here so early?"
"Su-Suzanne Trent?" John stuttered, never expecting it to be her.
The woman in front of him, wearing casual home clothes, a knitted sweater casually thrown on top, holding fruits she bought from the supermarket downstairs, her clear, bright eyes and natural beauty shining through, seemed to be a picture-perfect wallpaper. Now close, she was breathtaking. It was Suzanne Trent!
Although last time Mr. King asked him to pick her up from downstairs of the company, he should have guessed…
But it was really her?!
"Hi." Suzanne casually greeted him and walked past him straight into the door.
Seeing how familiar Suzanne was with entering the door, it was clear she'd been living here for more than a day or two.