She walked away arrogantly in her high heels.
Douglas cautiously comforted me, "Are you alright? She’s just a mistress herself. You’re Mr. Johnson’s right-hand person; she dares to speak like that… She must be jealous of your importance to Mr. Johnson."
I looked serious and said, "Don’t say such things in the future."
After Douglas lowered his head, I walked into the office.
“Close the door,” a cold voice said.
I closed the door and looked up.
The man in the gray suit walked towards me calmly. His strong features carried a hint of coldness. When he reached me, he gently touched the red marks on my face, but his words were icy.
"Don’t argue with her."
He came closer and kissed me. I instinctively tried to escape, but with the door behind me, I could only passively accept it.
Breath mingled and the temperature became ambiguously warm. The term "mistress" seemed to linger in my ears.
I pushed the man in front of me away and took a deep breath to speak.
“Mr. Johnson, I’m just a secretary. I can’t…”
The man’s indifferent teasing reached my ears.
“It seems you’ve become more reserved after a few days. Just rejecting me, you don’t want to be like her, do you?”