His Kryptonite

"Avery?" With a warm smile on his face, he extended his arm towards her. "Come here."

Avery approached him step by step. Her every step felt like she was stepping on his heart, and it was soft yet painful. She stopped beside him, half a meter away from him, but it was not enough, not enough.

Blake held onto her wrist, and with a slight use of strength, pulled her into his embrace. Her slender fingers softly penetrated her fine, soft hair. “You rarely come to the company. What, you miss me?"

Avery lowered her gaze and spoke indifferently, "Queenie has been ganged up on."

Blake's arm was wrapped around her waist, his smile never changing, but his eyes became colder, "So what?"

Avery pursed her lips tightly, her eyelids slowly raised as her clear eyes looked into his eyes that were as deep as the ocean. "Does this have anything to do with you, Blake?" Her voice was very soft, and she even asked very carefully.

Blake smiled sarcastically, could it be that she came all the way here just to