Feeling the man's hand rest on her shoulder, Vera Wave grew anxious and subconsciously took a step back, retreating to a corner of the elevator.
Kris Cooper's fingers, which were fiddling with a strand of hair, tensed, and his face grew somber.
That little brat! She actually thought he was a pervert!
The atmosphere inside the elevator turned a bit awkward.
Vera cleared her throat lightly, breaking the awkward silence. "CEO, where are we going?"
"The hospital."
The hospital?
Vera looked at his face with concern. "Are you not feeling well?"
Was the little thing actually worried about him?
Kris glanced sideways at her, noted her expression, and cleared his throat lightly.
"Yeah, my throat hurts. Feels like I might be catching a cold."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Vera quickly pulled a disposable face mask from her bag and put it on.
He, however, was instantly infuriated. He turned around, staring at her.
"What, afraid I'll infect you?"
