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As soon as the secretary left, Yvette went to his table with his brows arching.

"You adjusted your schedule," she pointed out.

"That won’t cause too much. I’ve been a workaholic. Adjusting my schedules for a month won’t cause anything since I’ve been working for more than I should work every day at my office, especially for the past years," he explained as he pulled Yvette’s waist, coaxing him to sit on his lap.

And Yvette, letting Clyde pull her between his parting legs and coax her to sit on his lap, lets herself just occupy it.

It was the most intimate thing he could do that Yvette permitted without pushing him, as she comfortably sat on his lap while her hand looked at his opened laptop.

Clyde combed her hair using his fingertips as Yvette rested her elbows on the table while reading the files Clyde had been checking on his laptop.

"Did you remember that downfall you had once in the past of your business?" she opened up.

"Mm... what about it?" he asked nonchalantly as she put her