Chapter 143: Stirring Trouble

After sharing lunch together at the office, Henry Jefferson had buried himself in his work, hunched over his desk—a sight not commonly seen. He donned rimless glasses, his dark eyes piercing through the documents before him with intense focus. Indeed, there’s a particular allure to a man absorbed in his work, and Henry embodied that allure perfectly. To him, the papers sprawled across his desk were not mere documents; they seemed to be treasures, blessed by his dignified soul, every glance he cast their way dripping with grace and elegance. Perhaps it was Giselle's fiery stare that snatched his attention away. He suddenly looked up, his gaze locking onto hers so intensely that it startled her, prompting her instinctively to look away. “Are you thirsty?” Giselle asked, attempting to break the awkward silence. “Mhm.” “I’ll go get you some water.” She rose from her seat, intent on heading to the break room. “No.” Henry stood up and walked toward her, his steps measured, encircl