The reception room.
Sienna Summers and Benjamin Brown sat facing each other.
Benjamin's gaze rested on Sienna's face, tender and lingering.
"Cecilia, you've become even more beautiful than before."
Sienna felt odd under his affectionate stare.
The man before her, it was as if he were looking at the woman he deeply loved.
But clearly, she and he were merely friends.
Sienna suppressed the strangeness in her heart, tucked a lock of fallen hair behind her ear, and politely smiled.
"Thank you. How did you know I was working here?"
"Because, I work here too," Benjamin said warmly.
Sienna was surprised, "Really? Perhaps Brown Corporation is too big, I've actually never run into you."
Benjamin studied her delicate face, "It's not that the company is too big, it's that I've only just awakened from a coma."
At these words, Sienna was taken aback once again.
"Coma? Were you ill? What caused you to fall into a coma?"
Something appeared to surge in Benjamin's dark pupils.