Happy that Lin Feng had spoken to her naturally.
Happy that he was willing to ride in her car.
Happy that she was the one taking him somewhere.
It was such a small thing, yet it filled her with an unexpected sense of satisfaction.
Is this what falling in love feels like?
Or is it simply infatuation?
Hazel honestly didn't know.
All she knew was that she wasn't acting like herself.
The logical and calculating director who always planned several steps ahead seemed to have disappeared.
Whenever Lin Feng was nearby, her usually sharp mind became strangely disorganized.
But she couldn't bring herself to dislike it. In fact, she rather enjoyed the unfamiliar feeling.
She barely knew anything about him. His past. His family. His career.
Even his true wealth remained a complete mystery.
All she really knew was that he was extraordinarily handsome, calm beyond belief, and possessed a mysterious aura that drew people toward him almost effortlessly.
