"Who said I was crying?" Adele's face turned hot from the question and he quickly denied it.
The corners of Damon's lips curled up as a response. He then unbuttoned his suit with one hand, took off his jacket, and threw it into Adele's arms. "Take it, I'll clean it up."
"You... clean it up?" Adele was stunned.
After all, he was the president of Yusuf Group, and he was actually willing to clean up these?
However, Damon did not say anything. He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and carefully picked up the fragments and threw them into the trash can.
Looking at the man's serious expression and no hesitation at all, Adele suddenly felt a warmth in his heart.
Unexpectedly, he could actually put down his identity and do this kind of thing.
Even when he was dealing with trash, his every movement was pleasing to the eye. His rolled up shirt was stuck on his elbow, just revealing his wheat colored skin and smooth forearm lines...