The spoiled little girl in his mory has grown up so quickly, it was beyond his expectations.
Betty smiled and shook the other’s hand, "Grandpa Derr, you’re too kind. I’ve arranged the hotel for you, and the assistant will take you there. Once I finish my work here, I’ll co and see you."
"Alright."
Derr smiled, and Betty called the assistant to send him to the hotel.
Back in the eting room, she picked up the docunts and materials Abel had prepared for her from the table, held them in her arms, and her eyes fell on Abel, who was still leaning in his chair. She thought for a mont and eventually walked past his side.
"Those docunts... were they sent by you?"
Abel turned his face, smiling brightly at her.
"Touched, aren’t you?"
Betty rolled her eyes, paused, and then pressed her lips together.
"Thanks a lot!"
Actually, during this ti, she had been working very hard, but after all, she was new to such a big business, and this kind of thing was completely foreign to her before.
She wanted to work hard but didn’t know where to start.
The docunts he sent pointed her in the right direction and solved her urgent problems. Without his open and hidden help, she certainly couldn’t have perford so well in today’s eting. It’s impossible to say she isn’t grateful.
Abel stood up holding onto the chair, stepped forward, and leaned close to her.
"No need to be so polite with . Why don’t we, this evening..." He stuck out his tongue, licking his lips suggestively, "go to your room and properly discuss work?"
"Then..." Betty stretched out an arm to hold his waist, "are we discussing on the sofa or on the bed?"
"Wherever you like, we’ll talk there!"
Betty curled her lips in a smile and raised her knee, aiming sharply at his stomach.
This ti, Abel was prepared, and he lifted his hand to block her knee.
Betty didn’t expect him to block her, and she felt a bit flustered. One foot was pressed with high heels to stabilize herself, but she couldn’t stand firmly.
"Ah!"
She let out a soft cry, instinctively tightened her grasp on his waist, and leaned in, falling into his embrace.
Abel hurriedly stretched his arms to support her, and he chuckled lightly.
"If you want to hug , just do it. Why make it complicated?"
Betty steadied her feet and supported herself by holding his shoulders.
"I didn’t intend to hug you, narcissistic!"
"I want to hug you, is that alright?" Abel held her waist, his eyes resting on the little girl’s spoiled and adorable face. He couldn’t help but feel moved as he naturally drew closer to her.
eting his gaze, she inexplicably felt a bit flustered, forgetting any combat techniques or countergrabs... only instinctively retreating.
Abel, however, didn’t intend to give up and continued to approach her.
It’s been so long, and he hadn’t even kissed her small lips once; today, he definitely wanted to taste her.
One foot jumped back, and Betty’s back hit the wall, with nowhere left to retreat.
The man stepped forward again, drawing closer to her.
Just as he was about to kiss her, his chest was suddenly pressed against sothing.
Abel lowered his face to see the stack of docunts she was still tightly holding in her hands and raised his hand to pull her arm holding the docunts around his waist, pressing down on it.
The docunts slipped and fell onto the eting room’s floor, removing the last bit of distance between them.
Watching the man’s enlarged handso face, Betty instinctively took a deep breath.
"You’re not allowed to touch..."
Half a syllable hadn’t even been uttered when the man’s lips descended, covering her parted lips.
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