Claudia Ross ran off cheerfully, her slender figure fluttering like a butterfly.
Wyatt Perry gazed at her retreating back, a warm smile touching his lips.
He couldn't help but touch his own cheek; the feeling of Claudia's kiss lingered on his skin, tingling, warm, itchy—setting his heart aflutter.
Wyatt Perry returned to his company and continued reviewing documents.
Luckily there wasn't much to do at the beginning of the year, so he had time to adapt slowly.
Every time he saw a document signed by Claudia Ross, he would touch her signature and couldn't help but smile foolishly, feeling as if he were under a spell.
Claudia Ross was in a great mood; she went to the market, bought groceries, and filled her trunk with big and small bags. She planned to cook personally and make a meal for Wyatt Perry.
Every time she cooked, no matter what it was, Wyatt Perry would clean his plate, appreciating her efforts immensely.