Chapter 141 I’m Not Done Sleeping With You

• I turned to look at Roy right when he lifted his head to meet my gaze. All of the words I wanted to say felt like they were stuck in my throat, and the script that I had prepared beforehand seemed to disappear in my mind. Roy was way more experienced than me in that sense, so he appeared much calmer than I was. “Did you come here to look for me?” he asked.
• I had no choice but to nod in response to his question. “Yeah. I wanted to talk to you about something, but I blocked your number, so this was the only way I could think of contacting you.”
• He led me into the office. He had a glass in his hand, and it looked like he had been about to refill his glass of water when he bumped into me standing in front of his door. His working desk was filled with loads of documents; his computer screen was lit up, and a strong scent of Dunhill cigarettes filled the room.