Wyatt Crawford felt his heart melting.
Such a handsome guy, and so considerate.
So, from the bottom of his heart, he praised, "You're really a good person."
Lucas immediately got goosebumps, "Uh, don't get me wrong, I really was just dropping Sherman off. Now that I've finished my mission, I'm outta here. You guys take your time chatting."
Lucas knew Sun Tzu's Art of War: of thirty-six strategies, running away is best. Staying any longer, he'd risk getting chopped up by Sherman's husband—better not.
"Hey, he's my coworker. Could you dial it back? You're practically drooling."
"Sherman, he's so hot, could you hook me up? I've never been face-to-face with a guy this handsome!"
Wyatt Crawford rubbed his hands excitedly while Eve Sherman just felt a headache coming on.
"You forgot? In their eyes, you're my husband right now. Otherwise, why would Lucas rush to explain himself? He's worried you might get the wrong idea."
