All Nicole could think about was Clayton being so humble and gentle with her, carefully expressing his feelings like he was afraid that she would refuse him, yet also afraid that she was not aware.

Her heart was aching like it was squeezed by a big hand. It was suffocating and uncomfortable.

A certain place in her heart also seemed to soften quietly.

Nicole pursed her lips. Fortunately, Clayton arrived in time to pull her back from death. No matter what, she owed him.

“President, the doctor