Clara Knox opened the lunch box, picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks, and put it in her mouth. Exhausted and famished as she was, it was time to replenish herself.
Edward Harper seemed to guess what she was eating through the microphone,
"Clara, why don't you come over to my place for dinner tonight?"
Clara froze mid-action with her chopsticks, the alarm in her brain blaring loudly,
"Dinner is just dinner. Why would I eat in your office!"
Once was more than enough. At least for now, she didn't have the courage to step into his office again.
Edward couldn't help but chuckle lightly,
"Afraid of what? I won't touch you today. Let's talk about work. If you're really too scared, we can steal some food from Grandpa's house, then head home and chat while cooking. You still haven't finished the durian in the fridge."