âMr.
Shaw, youâre used to softer beds, so itâs understandable youâre not yet accustomed to the sofa.
Letâs switch back tonight.
Iâm fine sleeping on the sofa; Iâm quite used to it.
â
Kyson was grumpy that morning, his tone less than pleasant.
âIf I always let you sleep on the sofa, and if Cyrus and Sally find out, theyâll accuse me of mistreating you.
Thereâs no need for that.
Iâll adjust to the sofa in a few days.
â
He glanced at Dulcieâs attire: a formal, sleek black business suit with a snug skirt emphasizing her slender waist.
Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail, giving her a distinctly capable and professional appearance.
âWhen did you buy this outfit?â His expression was serious.
Dulcie adjusted the hem of her skirt, and then turned in front of the coffee table.
âWhat do you think? Is it suitable? After hearing about passing the interview yesterday, I took some time to buy two outfits.
â
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His eyebrows and eyes radiated pride, devoid of any additional expressions.
âItâs okay, just about average.
â
Receiving an âokayâ from him already delighted Dulcie.
She placed a cup of hot soy milk on the coffee table and spoke earnestly.
âMr.
Shaw, I know you donât like bitter coffee and prefer sweet things, so I fetched some soy milk from the kitchen.
Itâs very nourishing for the stomach.
Remember to drink it after you finish washing up.
Iâll be leaving now.
â
âStop!â Kyson called out to her.
âWhere are you going?â
Dulcie looked puzzled.
âTo the company, of course.
Today is my first official day at work.
â
Kyson swiftly rose, checked his watch, and made his way to the bathroom.
With a gruff tone, he added, âWait for me.
Iâm heading out soon; I can drop you off on my way.
â
âWhat? Would that be too much trouble?â Dulcie felt a bit embarrassed.
âI remember youâre going to the lab today, right? Weâre heading in different directions, I assume.
â
Feeling somewhat disoriented from waking up, Kyson almost forgot.
He wasnât going to the company; they were indeed headed in opposite directions.
However, he had already said the words, and retracting his words was not characteristic of him.
âIn any case, driving isnât exhausting.
Iâll take a detour; think of it as a way to digest my breakfast.
â
Dulcie was perplexed, finding his words oddly phrased.
âVery well, thank you, Mr.
Shaw.
â
Kyson accepted her gratitude silently and headed to the bathroom.
She silently tidied the pillow and bedding on the sofa, neatly folding them and placing them in the wardrobe.
Kyson spent just five minutes washing his face and brushing his teeth, and another five eating breakfast.
Dulcie anxiously monitored the time, concerned about arriving late on her inaugural workday, eager to avoid any impression of Lacking enthusiasm for her job.
Kyson wore a sullen expression, his face betraying impatience.
He swiftly donned a suit before departing the house with his hands in his pockets.