Chapter 18- unforgivable
He has a cleanliness obsession?
That was Janet’s first thought. She stood frozen, watching him wipe the same spot over and over again. The cold indifference in his face was a stark contrast to the man she had met yesterday—the one with the gentle, winter-sun smile. It was like he had become someone entirely different.
"How long do you plan on standing there?"
The low voice above her snapped her out of her thoughts. Before she could respond, August had already reached out and pulled her into the office.
Her eyes widened in surprise. His hand was still on her arm, and she stared at him, trying to read his expression. But his face remained calm, even with the hint of a smile at the corners of his lips. Janet felt confused. Just moments ago, he had looked at another woman like she was a contaminant—yet here he was, touching her without a trace of disgust.
"I’m allergic to women," August said suddenly, as if reading the question on her face. He let go of her arm with a cool, offhanded manner.
Janet’s lips parted slightly in shock.
"But you’re an exception."
The calm that followed her surprise left her a little unsettled. Looking at the faint crease between his strong brows, Janet felt an inexplicable sadness. A man with a smile as dazzling as a diamond—what kind of shadows was he hiding? What had made him this way? She had never heard of someone being allergic to women.
"These are the documents the CEO asked me to bring you for review," she said, her voice somewhat strained as she turned her gaze away from his.
She placed the folders on his desk. August had already taken his seat in the executive chair, his tailored Armani suit in muted linen yellow perfectly accentuating his crisp white shirt. The subtle folds at the cuff added to his elegance. His features were chiseled and sharp, radiating an aura of command and control. In that moment, she couldn’t help but notice—sitting there, he bore an uncanny resemblance to Charles.