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"Why would you do that?" Nathalie asked, wiping her forehead because of the heat.

"He's hitting on you,"

"And?"

Johannes stopped walking, faced her, and wrinkled his nose. "And?" He asks sarcastically.

"Are you asking me why because you didn't know, or you're pretending not to know? Are you teasing me, Nathalie? I'm telling you that this is not funny," the side of his lips lifted as he looked at Nathalie with disbelief.

Johannes sighed. Nathalie looked lost with the words he had just mentioned. He could not believe he had to explain that he liked her.

"I asked you to date me. That means I like you. I am waiting for your response, yes. But," he stared at her ocean blue eyes, waving like a tsunami's coming.

"But I won't allow you to flirt with someone."

"You don't get to decide on that, boss,"

Johannes arched a brow. This woman is testing his patience. He took off his sweater and wrapped it around Nathalie's waist.

That was a designer's sweater that costs thousands of dollars,