CHAPTER HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN

“You need my help?"

“Yes, urgently." She stood timid in front, twisting the handle of her bag in anxiety.

His silence was killing her. Why wouldn't he just say something?

Andrew eyed the woman who had caused a commotion in his office. Why was he so drawn to her?

What was it about her that made him want to keep her close? Even now, he was fighting himself.

He didn't want to get invoices in whatever her family was in yet every path of his body was screaming at him to help.

Why?

“Why? Why should I help you?" He kept his work aside and crossed his arms.

If he was going to help her, at least she should have a particular reason.

“Aren't you going to ask me to sit first?"

“Aren't you going to answer my question?"

Amelia scoffed and adjusted her clothes, yes she was here to plead with him but couldn't he show a little bit of courtesy?

She was starting to question all the signs she saw.

Didn't he like her anymore? If that was the case, agreeing to her request wo