She intentionally buried her face into Ronan Fordham's chest, whispering, "Look, you and your boss really are on the same wavelength. He's here to pick someone up too."
Hearing this, Ronan slowly raised his head to look at the Maybach parked ahead, his gaze darkening. Then, he said to the petite woman in his arms, "Let's go."
Thea Grant looked up in surprise. "You aren't going over to say hi? He's your boss! Shouldn't you suck up to him a bit?"
Ronan gave a rare smile. He reached up and lightly tapped the tip of her nose. "It's after work hours, and I think he probably wouldn't want to be disturbed right now."
"Is that so? Alright then, let's go," Thea muttered, burying herself back into his warm, broad chest. It seemed that this way, she felt much warmer even in the bitter winter.
