She came to apologize...
Beau stared at her for a while. He couldn't help but smile.
"Let's go to my office."
Eliza hesitated for a moment and nodded. "Okay."
After all, the conference room was where the meeting would take place.
And there were huge French windows. Whoever stood in the corridor, their movements and expressions could be seen clearly.
It was indeed not a good place for eating and chatting.
Thinking of this, she stopped her feet which were about to enter, and stood at the door obediently, waiting for him to come out.
Beau came out of the conference room with his tall and straight body. He naturally took the thermos in her hand and put them in his left hand, and his right hand held her hand.
His big hand was broad and dry, bringing a reassuring temperature.
His big hand completely wrapped around her small hand, as if he had always protected her tightly before.