"Are you coming with me to the company, or will you stay at home?"
When Janet opened her eyes, Charles was already standing before her, dressed neatly in a silver tailored suit with a deep red tie. His hair was strong but not flashy, framing a pair of sharp, calculating eyes. His handsome appearance, combined with a hint of laziness in his demeanor, made Janet momentarily dazed.
"I..." Janet hesitated to answer, but Charles cut in before she could finish, "Forget it, you'd better stay at home."
He couldn't guarantee whether Derrick would show up at the company again, and as long as Janet was by his side, he knew Derrick wouldn't give up.
"What's wrong? Why don't you want me to go to the company?" Janet sat up, hugging the blanket around her. The room was filled with his masculine presence. Her big eyes never blinked as they fixed on him, afraid to miss a single expression on his face.
