Chapter 1645 Not Optimistic

Chapter 1645

Set in front of the French windows was a business desk, curtains on both sides drawn, allowing a vast expanse of morning light to spill in, cascading over his back, the white shirt he wore taking on a faint golden glow.

He opened his computer for remote work and didn't glance over even once.

Chloe went from propping her chin with her hands to crossing her arms and resting her chin on them, her posture growing lazier, but her gaze remained fixed on him throughout.

They coexisted in silence for fifteen minutes until the doorbell rang.

He sighed softly, closed the computer, and rose to answer the door.

Her eyes followed his movement.

After the server left the breakfast on the table and departed, the surface was covered with two servings of local specialties.

After he had arranged everything, he pulled out a chair and, finally, turned to look at her.

Chloe closed her eyes, pretending not to notice.

The man's presence drew closer.