Throw Yourself at Me

If it wasn't for that her normal body temperature, Ann would have thought that she still had a fever.

Ever since she mistook Phillip for her little boy that day, Phillip's figure would always appear in her mind when she went to work the next day.

Taking a deep breath, she changed into her work clothes, washed her hands, and was about to enter the sample room when she was stopped by Erika.

"Ann, have you finished the report about the last perfume exhibition? Mr. Phillip wants it right now. Please bring it to him."

"Can I not...."

Ann wanted to refuse, but Erika had already left in a hurry.

After all, it was her work. Ann sighed and walked upstairs with the printed report.

She entered the office after knocking on the door, only to discover that there was not only Phillip in the office but also Jackson, who was sitting at the coffee table and doing his homework seriously.

Looking up from Jackson, Ann walked forward and handed the report to Phillip.