"..." She withdrew her gaze expressionlessly, thinking to herself that she didn't care at all.
"Ahem." Nicholas Woods covered his mouth with his hand and coughed heavily, hinting, "Mr. Stephens, Miss Smith is also a girl and surely looking forward to receiving a birthday gift."
Opposite them, the sales clerk handed the carefully wrapped gift box to Robert Stephens.
Robert Stephens took it without looking away and said, "She doesn't need it."
"..." Nicholas Woods seemed speechless as well, letting out another light cough before obediently retreating to the back and staying silent.
Charlotte Smith was a little angry but couldn't show it, as it would make her seem petty.
No gift, then no gift, anyway she didn't care.
She said, "I'm leaving."
Her throat was tightened, and her tone came across as a bit stiff.
Robert Stephens glanced at her with his narrow eyes, his tone sounding chilly: "Where are you going?"
"You've bought your gift, I'm going back to work."
