Chapter 3

"Director Shaw? Oh, that's not necessary. I'm feeling fine."

I hurriedly waved my hand, trying to refuse.

A crisp yet pleasant scent lingered on his blazer, mixed with a faint hint of alcohol. It made me feel flustered and secure at the same time.

What exactly was Adrian up to?

A sudden gentleness after harsh treatment?

He was basically a picky jerk during the day, and at night, he turned into a guardian angel. What was this all about?

Adrian frowned slightly. His gaze fixed on me, carrying a hint of displeasure.

"Put it on," he repeated, his tone more…