What was that supposed to mean? It felt like he was trying to control her.
Still, as long as he approved her leave, that was all she cared about. "Mm-hmm," she replied softly.
Of course, Kellan noticed the stubbornness and distance in her obedience. Fine... he'd let her go and calm down.
Rachel took his silence as agreement and started walking toward the sofa.
But as he watched her delicate figure, an impulse to pull her back surged within him.
And then his icy voice rang out. "Come back."
Rachel's eye twitched. Was he trying to go back on his word?
But his firm, undeniable tone made her instinctively turn around and walk back, though slower than before.
"President Elliott, is there anything else you need?" She gave a faint smile.
Kellan opened a drawer with his long, slender fingers and pulled out a golden card, holding it out to her. "This is for you."
Rachel froze for a second. It was a beautiful golden card, probably a bank card. "Thank you, but I don't need it."
