Chapter 340 Slept Together So Many Times

• Cynthia White had a habit. Once she started sketching her designs, she would enter a state of complete absorption, which made her both fast and efficient in her work.
• But today was different. Cynthia White picked up her pen, trembling at the tip, but it didn't touch the paper. Finally, she couldn't bear it any longer. She turned her head and glared fiercely at James Lawson, who was sitting on the nearby sofa with a mischievous smile on his face.
• "I told you, if you're going to drink, just drink properly. What are you doing here?"