Chapter 90: Mr. Kidnapper
As a result, the whole day passed without them coming face to face even once.
But now, Diana was stunned.
She thought he had already left.
But there he was, sitting on the black leather couch with a book in his hand, wearing a plain white shirt paired with grey trousers. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, giving her a glimpse of the Philips Patek watch as her eyes trailed to his forearms, arms, shoulder, neck, face, eyes...
He raised a brow at her.
’Puchi’ Diana internally spat a mouthful of blood as an arrow shot through her chest. How pretty!
’’I was just here to give you the schedule for tomorrow. Why... Why haven’t you left yet?" She blinked, sneakily putting the photo frame back on the table as she changed the topic.
And God bless the man because he did not glare at her for intruding on his privacy, ’’I had some work left,’’ he answered, shifting his attention to the book in his hand as he flipped a page.
He did not seem to have any intention to continue the conversation.
Diana sighed in relief even as some strange sense of disappointment bloomed in her chest. That feeling came and disappeared so fast that she could not put a finger on it.
’’I see. Take care. I will leave now,’’ Without waiting for his reply, she fled from the place like she was being chased by the devil.