The memory of their first kiss last night invaded her mind instantly and she found herself staring at his lips.
Last night he kissed me with those lips…
The soft and tingling pressure his lips had put on hers was still fresh in her mind and she felt an urge to feel them again.
Stop it! Stop it! Don't think about last night!
She vigorously shook her head.
She remembered his harsh words that hurt her. Her gaze dimmed.
Angel looked back at him and once again, her sight fell onto his lips.
"B-Boss, I have to go out…" she tried to sound firm and still furious at him. "What are you doing here?"
He tilted his head and observed her tired eyes. "You don't look well."
She mumbled, "And whose fault is that? Yesterday was too incredible for me."
She cleared her throat. "I am fine. You don't need to worry about me. Why did you come here?"
He paused. He took out one box and handed it to her.