Chapter 229

Diana's P. O. V

"How did I get dragged into this?." Pablo asked, actually smiling, using the wipes in the boss's office to wipe his face along with the others.

"This was all Willy's fault." Darla sharply cut in. Willy of course would never not react to Darla, he gave her a vague expression.

"We have double trouble now. Am not sure this paint is gonna come off the floor so easily." James stated out. Causing us to worry.

"And now, we have no paint to paint! Our boss will have our heads if we don't do something!." James let out, more panicked than the rest of us.

I placed my hand on the box of wipes to take one, not realising that West's hand was already on it, and my hand brushed his. Causing a warm shiver to run down my spine.

The corner of West's mouth lifted up into a smile, which made my heart skip a beat.

"Am sure we can all pull in all our cash and buy some new paint." Willy proposed.