Lilian quickly yanked her hand back from Morrison's, her face flushed a light pink.
"I—I should get back to work," she stammered, already turning around to flee.
But Morrison caught her wrist before she could escape.
"You haven't had lunch."
"I-I'm not hungry! I'll just go…" she muttered in a panic, struggling free from his grip and practically running off without looking back.
Morrison let her go this time. But once he returned to the office, he immediately instructed Sean to order two lunchboxes—one for himself, and one to be sent to Lilian.
Sean blinked in confusion. "Weren't you two eating together just now?"
Morrison's face darkened. He was still thinking about how she flat-out refused the car he tried to gift her. Sean noticed the change in mood and wisely chose to retreat.
Still, Morrison thought to himself: If she won't accept the car, I'll just raise her benefits.
He wasn't going to give up that easily.
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