Her hanging eyelashes trembled, and she spoke, her voice still a bit hoarse, "Oh, there was a little accident at home."
"Accident?" Wesley Foley's handsome eyebrows furrowed even tighter, his grip on the signing pen also tightened, he asked anxiously, "Do you need help?"
"No need, thank you for your concern, President."
Titus Zane tried to force a smile, but it was visibly strained.
"Hmm, go on, go back to your office and rest well," Wesley Foley said in a gentle voice, his handsome face also radiated warmth.
"Yes, President," Titus Zane nodded slightly, then turned around.
"Wesley, no need to be so formal next time."
Behind her, Wesley Foley's voice rose, causing Titus Zane to turn back, her slightly furrowed eyebrows signaled her confusion.
Wesley Foley smiled and said, "Even though you are my assistant, when there are no outsiders, there's no need for us to be so formal."
"Yes, President." Another formulaic response, Titus Zane habitually nodded gently.
