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“I did that on purpose? What did I do on purpose?” Weston feigned innocence. His lips curled into a mischievous smile as he knew what she was getting at; in fact, he found her frightened look rather adorable.

There were some women who, besides having attractive features, had especially charming eyes, and she was one such woman. Even when she was glaring, one could easily mistake it for a petulant look, which was extremely alluring.

His eyes gradually clouded over, and as though she had cast a spell on him, his fingers unknowingly reached out to touch her face.

She coldly avoided and slapped his outstretched hand, angrily exclaiming, “Drop the act! Why did you drive so fast?! Don’t you know that it’s dangerous?”

He furrowed his brows in fake remorse and refuted, “You told me yourself to be quick. I drove fast because you were in a hurry.”

He cleverly shoved the blame on her with an innocent look, as if she were the unreasonable one.

If any of his subordinates would see this, they would