Chapter 34~ A man who can cook

“Are you hungry?” Oliver asked Claire the moment he keyed in his pincode at the door to his penthouse.

Claire frowned, still trying to recover from having spent a good thirty minutes in the backseat of the car with Oliver as his driver and assistant drove them to the Ford complex apartment building.

She was forced to sit next to him since Thomas decided to be in the passenger's seat.

The ride was uncomfortable for her and the space felt too small. Oliver’s musky cologne overwhelmed her senses, and she was very aware of his eyes that never left her frame from the time they started off from the company.

A spark of confusion coursed through her, she couldn't understand why she was affected by Oliver's presence. She had moved on, right?

Hearing his question, Claire thought it was a bad idea to sit and eat with him in his house as if they were on a dinner date. She shook her head and replied, “No, I’m not hungry. I’m here to work, not eat.”

“Well, I’m hungry and I can’t focus on