He was about to get up.
"Hold on!" Irene Spencer hurriedly stopped him. "Drink some water first. I'll get it for you."
She turned around and walked into the study of the suite. Kris Cooper glanced around, his gaze sweeping across the freshly squeezed juice she had poured for him before he quickly redirected his gaze to the study door.
「Inside the study.」
Irene Spencer opened a drawer, took out a small box, and lifted its lid.
Inside the box lay a miniature syringe.
Nathan Leafcastle had helped her prepare this, specifically for today—for Kris Cooper.
Once everything was ready, Irene Spencer hid the small syringe on her person, walked over, and gently eased the door open a crack.
Through the slit in the door, she could see Kris Cooper on the couch.
The man's profile was impeccably handsome; she couldn't help but feel her heart stir.
For him, she had schemed painstakingly for so many years, yet she hadn't even received a single kiss.
