After the meeting, Claudia Ross returned to the office, fuming and ready to accuse.
"Wyatt Perry, you did that on purpose, didn't you?" She pointed at her neck, itching to strangle the big baddie.
Wyatt Perry pursed his lips, struggling to hold back a laugh, "Wronged."
"Wronged my ass, wronged, you filthy hooligan!"
The more Claudia Ross looked at Wyatt Perry's harmless appearance, the angrier she got.
She plopped down onto his lap and, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressed her lips down and fiercely took a bite, leaving a bright mark on his neck as well.
"Hmph, let you taste what it's like to be laughed at too!"
Claudia Ross thought Wyatt Perry would try to cover it, considering such a mark was truly shameful.
Instead, not only did he not cover it, but he even undid two buttons of his shirt to make the mark more conspicuous.
"What are you doing?"