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The Love Mark of the Werewolf - Chapter 22

Wait, he said that this was his office?

I suddenly stood up and because I had gotten up too quickly, the sharp pain caused me to close my eyes and clench my fists.

When I finally calmed down and opened my eyes, I could somehow see the worry and heartache on his face. However, the next moment, the expression was gone from his face.

I guess I must have been mistaken. We were strangers. How would he be worried about me? “I’m sorry. May I ask who you are…?”

“Andrew, you can call me that.”

“You are…”

“I’m the new President of the Hall Corporation.”

He sat on the dark red sofa.. The sunlight shone in, making him look very warm. He had narrow eyes that were clean looking, but nonetheless filled with ruthlessness. His facial features were masculine, with skinny cheeks, and his lips seemed to be wrapped in a layer of innate loneliness.

I couldn’t help but cover my forehead. How could I see so much explicit content from him?

Also, what kind of luck is this? Just yesterday morning, the HR department’s meeting held a confidential meeting regarding the new President and now, he’s already in the office.

No matter what, he should only appear next month according to the onboarding procedures and timeline.

“I’m sorry, President. I did enter your office, but…”

“Andrew.” He looked up at me and laughed softly. “Call me Andrew.”

“Okay, Andrew, I’m not lying to you. I swear, there really was a werewolf here last night. We were on this sofa and he assaulted me. All night. There’s no way I’m wrong or mistaken. All night. How could I see wrongly? I—”

“I believe you.” He stood and put his hand on my shoulder, seemingly comforting me.

I looked up and his entire face was magnified in front of me.

An indescribable warmth flew through me, making my hair stand. For some reason, I felt as though I’d made contact with Abraham. But he clearly wasn’t Abraham.

“I trust you,” he repeated, meeting my gaze without blinking. I looked at him. His eyes didn’t flinch, they were full of sincerity. I could see the trust in his eyes. He wasn’t lying.

I suddenly felt very aggrieved. It was exactly the same as when I used to argue with someone, I would be very tough, but after the argument, I would be very vulnerable when I see Abraham.

I had endured an entire night’s worth of pain and fear. I could finally relax a bit now. I wished I could rest in Abraham’s arms and cry.

Suddenly, Andrew hugged me, very gently. His right hand pressed against my head, letting my head rest on his shoulder. His left arm wrapped around my waist, giving me a sense of security. “It’s been hard on you,” he murmured in my ear. Then he leaned his head toward mine.

The warmth from his body reached me, pulling me back from that dark and cold dream.

It was a wonderful feeling, and one that put me at ease. I hadn’t felt this way ever since Abraham disappeared.

But he wasn’t Abraham.

I looked up immediately, then pushed him away and took a step back.

He fell onto the sofa and covered the area that he landed on. He had an uncomfortable expression on his face. “You’re really heavy-handed.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” I swear I didn’t use much force.

He smiled and sat up straight, pushing his teacup closer to me again. “Have a drink. I prepared breakfast for you.”

He opened the box beside him and took out two sandwiches and two servings of mousse.

I felt uneasy. “Did you… poison that?”

He was stunned for a moment before laughing loudly. “Why would I poison you?”

“I broke into your office. Aren’t you going to arrest me?”

“There was a loophole in the office security. You came in, and so did the werewolves, but no one noticed.”

“You’re not going to hold me responsible?”

“You were hurt by a werewolf, in my office You’re the victim.” He pulled out a serving of mousse and scooped some out with a spoon, pausing the spoon in mid-air. “If you ask me for compensation, I’ll pay.”

I stared at him in disbelief.

The previous President of the Hall Corporation was allergic to silver and so the entire company could not use silver, and it was an extremely autocratic management style. On the other hand, not only did this President not hold me responsible for breaking into his office, he even wanted to compensate me?

He took a bite of mousse, holding the spoon elegantly with his slender fingers.

One could tell that he wasn’t any different from ordinary people by carefully looking at him. “Name your price. I’ll send you the money right away.”

He must have sensed my disbelief and wanted to prove that he was sincere and meant his words.

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