Edward Harper's face turned dark instantly, setting down his chopsticks with no appetite left. He retorted, "Yes, hiding a woman."
Clara Knox stood up and adjusted her clothes, her tone relaxed as if she didn't care at all, "Then I won't disturb Director Harper's good mood. Go ahead, make sure not to delay work in the afternoon."
After saying that, she pushed the door open and left, thinking to herself, "I know you too well, with your perverse aesthetic, who else could catch your eye besides someone like Aria Knight?"
He only loved Aria Knight, and she knew this all too well.
Clara Knox thought of her own face, seven-tenths similar to Aria Knight's, and felt a pang of bitterness in her heart.