Chapter 22 The Special Treatment

The two lips were almost about to touch. The man's handsome and proud face filled Cordelia's pupils, his hot breath landing on her cheek, and her heart instantly raced, thump, thump, thump... Time seemed to freeze at this moment. Cordelia's clear eyes stared at Benedict's cold face without blinking. She asked, her voice soft, "Mr. Radcliffe, do you need something?" "The car is waiting for you at the door." Benedict's thin lips were as cold as ice. Cordelia nodded as if in a daze. Why was he so gentle today? Benedict's jaw tightened, his figure still cold and stern. "Have you seen enough? Get up!" Cordelia nodded and quickly jumped out of Radcliffe's comfortable embrace. "Then I'll leave first." She ran out, got into the car, and it drove away immediately. Benedict picked up the milk in front of him and took a sip. For some reason, Cordelia's bare-faced image filled his mind. When Cordelia arrived at the company, she was caught by Amelia as soon as she entered the office. "Cor