Chapter 362

Tiffany wiped the tears on her face and was back to her usual elegant composure. She walked to the office door and knocked on it. Oliver looked at her back and awkwardly retrieved his hand. Right, he was merely an assistant. What rights did he have to comfort her? Inside the office, Julian heard the knocking and instantly kept the pill. “Come in.” Tiffany pushed open the door and went in, the sadness on her face was no longer seen as it was replaced by a faint smile. “Hello, Julian. Haven’t seen you for a while. I brought you some cakes.” Tiffany then walked to his table and placed down a container filled with exquisite cakes made by a well-known chef with limited numbers daily. She went through all the trouble to get them. Julian looked at the cakes with a deadpan expression as he commented, “Why did you come out? I think you should come out less these days—too many reporters.” “I miss you, and I want to tell you that,” uttered Tiffany as she walked over to him and sat