After lunchtime was almost over, Selina and Annabelle headed back to the office together. They followed the hallway through the shopping mall to the elevator that led to their floor.
Selina walked beside Annabelle a bit awkwardly. Annabelle kept sneaking glances at her now and then, as if trying to read her, but Selina didn't mind. She was used to being watched.
Her calm gaze was fixed ahead—until it snapped wide open. In the distance, a familiar figure appeared, walking toward them with unhurried, magnetic steps, one hand tucked casually into his pocket.
Selina froze, panic sparking in her head.
'Oh my god! What… What is the cold, sly fox doing here? Is he here for her? I'll be doomed if that were the case'
Her mind instantly conjured an embarrassing and chaotic scene of Zane barging into her office to shame her in front of everyone for headbutting him and burning his clothes—staff pointing fingers, whispering, judging.
