Chapter 19

Why Harry!

Celine's POV

He remained silent, nodding his head and repeatedly glaring at the file before him. I couldn't figure out what was going through his mind; his expression was unreadable. The air in the room suddenly became tense despite the air conditioning, and I became uncomfortable almost instantly.

I had prayed and longed for this job, but as the pressure mounted, the urge to excuse myself and catch my breath surged. I needed fresh air, away from his annoying and stern presence. Just as I was about to say something, he raised his brows, and our gazes locked. I suspected he must have sensed my sudden change in expression. I subconsciously looked down, avoiding his arrogant, domineering, piercing grey eyes.

I sensed he was scrutinizing my expression because I could see him in my peripheral view.

"Most times, I marvel at the class of people who randomly choose names," he said, his words laced with fury and disgust. I couldn't comprehend his sentence—random names? I couldn’t st