My Rich Bodyguard(4)

7

Because of my mistake, Simon stayed up until eleven o'clock. He leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes.

He had taken off his glasses, clearly revealing his perfect profile.

I rested my chin on my hand and stared at him. I wrote the video script while occasionally watching this handsome guy. When it was time to sleep, I went to bed happily.

The next day, Simon and I appeared at the door of the 19th floor.

Alex stood beside us. He said, looking sleepy, "He's on a business trip. He's not here. I told you. Why don't you believe me?"

I sniffed and said, "The massage chair is right downstairs."

Alex cast a glance at Simon and asked him, "Should I have it sent up here?"

Simon nodded.

Alex asked us curiously with a mysterious expression, "Where have you been? Why do you both catch a cold?"

I didn't know how to explain it.

Simon remained silent too.

"By the way, Mr. Lucian," I stopped Alex, who was about to leave, and mumbled, "can you ask the boss to drop the lawsuit?"

Alex