Evelyn Clayton had previously only heard that Jas Grant was promiscuous and selfish, without caring much about his background.
Now, after interacting with him more, she felt that the rumors weren’t all that accurate.
At least, he wasn’t as happy as outsiders claid.
He had wealth, power, and looks, but lacked a mother’s companionship and a complete family.
"Why the expression, feeling sorry for ?" Jas Grant asked with a raised eyebrow and a smile.
"I’m exhausted from your demands on revising drafts, feeling sorry for you is less than feeling sorry for myself," Evelyn continued her drawing, occasionally asking Jas Grant for his opinion.
Jas leaned over onto her shoulder, "Here, add two more floral patterns."
His breath fell entirely on Evelyn’s ear, tickling her so much that she kept leaning back.
"Jas Grant, stay a bit farther from ."
"Why? If I’m far away, how will you hear my requests? Keep revising."
Jas held her hand, "Keep drawing."
Their distance was just a touch away, their breaths so close they brushed each other’s faces.
Evelyn accidentally locked eyes with Jas’s dark, profound gaze, and for a mont, she was completely lost.
She had never realized that Jas’s eyes were so beautiful, outwardly extended and inwardly hooked, seemingly holding a spring, leaving a person unknowingly srized...
In a mont of flustered confusion, Evelyn reached out to push away the man standing firmly in front of her.
A mont later, Jas’s breathing beca increasingly heavy.
"Are you trying to seduce ?"
Evelyn snapped back to reality to realize that her hand had landed inappropriately on the man, her face suddenly heating up as she pulled it back as if she’d been electrocuted.
"Stop kidding around! What if soone walks in later! Let go of , quickly!"
"It’s still during lunch break; no one will co."
Jas’s voice was husky, his eyes burning with an unmistakable desire, unbearably sexy.
But the next second, there was a knock at the door, as if it was a slap to Jas’s face.
"Director Clayton, Director Grant, may I co in?"
Quentin Hale considerately brought a few nus, waiting respectfully at the door.
Hearing this, Evelyn quickly pushed Jas away, sitting back in her chair, gasping for air with flushed ears, intentionally creating distance between them.
"Co in."
Jas still maintained his previous posture, a few strands of impeccably combed hair fell out of place, but his eyes showed a hint of frustration from unfulfilled desire.
After entering, Quentin imdiately sensed he might have stumbled upon sothing significant.
"Maybe I should co back later."
Evelyn hurriedly called him back, "No need. Say what you ca to say."
"I wanted to ask if you’d like to order lunch for you?"
"No need, I’ll go down myself. Director Grant, I’ve finished drawing the logo. If you have any comnts, you can call ; I’ll make edits."
Having said this, Evelyn grabbed her bag and left, giving Jas no chance to stop her.
Standing there, Quentin scratched his head, "Director Grant, did I say sothing wrong? Why did Director Pierce leave?"
Jas shot him a sidelong glance, coldly saying, "Incompetent to succeed, yet more than enough to ruin."
"Director Grant, I—"
...
Outside the door, Evelyn swiftly ran into the elevator.
Looking up, she found there was soone else in the elevator.
Jasper Grant looked at the suddenly rushing in Evelyn, surprised, "It’s you?"
Recently, he had encountered a teary-eyed Amber Whitman downstairs, hearing her narrate a bunch of negative things about Evelyn Clayton—
"You’re saying you stole her draft? And then thought it was a joke?"
Amber’s eyes were brimming with tears, pitifully looking at him.
"I really just ant it as a joke... How was I to know she’d take it so seriously?"
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