Chapter 374 His Girlfriend

• Adela sat stiffly on his lap, unsure whether she should move or stay still. Her hand clenched around her phone, a sheen of sweat forming on her palm.
• She didn’t dare open the screen in front of Layson, so her eyes darted around aimlessly, eventually landing on his computer. It was just his email, but she quickly looked away—afraid she might see something confidential. She turned her head and buried her face in the crook of his neck, breathing in the cold, clean scent that clung to him.
• Layson responded to someone on the phone with a short “Mm,” then hung up and placed the phone casually on his desk. One hand was still on the mouse as he said in his usual calm tone, “Came all the way here just to keep me company? I thought you were upset about the rumor.”