Clara's thoughts drifted back, giving her a sense that dreams really do come true.
She thought about grooming him into a down-to-earth CEO. That way, the young women at the office would all vote for him and stop thinking he was cold and unapproachable.
The weather, as autumn approached, was no longer oppressively humid.
In the evening, a cool breeze began to stir. The hem of Clara's skirt fluttered in the wind, brushing against his leg and making a soft rustling sound.
Edward let her lead him as they entered the bustling street market.
Though this was the snack street of Sea City, it offered a wide variety, hosting delicacies from all over the country.
Clara immediately spotted the glowing sign for stuffed chicken wings, and just seeing those words made her feel as though she could already smell the enticing aroma of chicken wings.
"Boss, two orders of stuffed chicken wings, please."
After saying this, Clara glanced sideways at Edward, their gazes meeting.