Shaun chuckled at the look of tension and confusion on Charles' face.
"Of course we know each other. More than that—we're quite familiar, aren't we, Janet?"
He shot Janet a cheeky wink.
Janet, wide-eyed and innocent, stared helplessly at the man's wicked grin.
She could feel a chill sweep over her—Charles' eyes, sharp as a winter wind, were locked on her.
His large hand at her waist tightened instinctively, the pressure making her furrow her delicate brows.
He's jealous, she realized.
Shaun, catching on instantly, grinned like he'd just struck gold.
"Charles, come on! Hiding such a gorgeous secretary all to yourself? That's not fair. You should've introduced her sooner!"
"Shaun, do you have a death wish?"
Charles' voice dropped to a growl just as a sharp, high-pitched female voice cut through the air—
"You want to share who exactly, huh? You shameless flirt!"
Janet had just opened her mouth to explain, but the scene before her unfolded faster than she could react.
