He has a cleanliness obsession?
That was Janet's first thought. She stood frozen, watching him wipe the same spot over and over again. The cold indifference in his face was a stark contrast to the man she had met yesterday—the one with the gentle, winter-sun smile. It was like he had become someone entirely different.
"How long do you plan on standing there?"
The low voice above her snapped her out of her thoughts. Before she could respond, August had already reached out and pulled her into the office.
Her eyes widened in surprise. His hand was still on her arm, and she stared at him, trying to read his expression. But his face remained calm, even with the hint of a smile at the corners of his lips. Janet felt confused. Just moments ago, he had looked at another woman like she was a contaminant—yet here he was, touching her without a trace of disgust.
