136. Dinner For Two

"Huh, why don't you use the driver I gave you?" Dave asked, unbuttoning his coat to make it more comfortable to sit down.

"I… can't… come to the office like a boss, to be escorted by a driver. But I thank you because the driver drove me not far from the boutique, so I was never late every morning." Dian answered in a soft voice.

Dian felt a little hot, so the woman took off her hooded jacket. Accidentally, the shirt collar was shifted by her arm when she was about to open her coat so that the bra straps could be seen from the front. Dave saw it and swallowed hard saliva, then turned his face to the side while closing his eyes, trying to eliminate the desire that suddenly appeared unlucky.

After a while, Dave looked back at the woman with shoulder-length hair. Her limp hair fell in perfect match with Dian's slightly chubby face but was still a little thin.