Chapter 200

As she spoke, she had already rushed to the other side of the bed to pick up the documents, neatly stacking them on the bed.

When she returned to Carl's side, his shirt was already half unbuttoned. Renee's mouth went dry at the sight of his exposed abs.

Closing her eyes, she quickly undid the remaining buttons and hastily wiped him down.

"All done. My lunch break is almost over, I should go."

"Renee," Carl called out softly, "Did you come to see me?"

Renee clenched her fist but kept her tone light. "No, I came to bring Uncle Patrick lunch! And... just happened to check on you."

With that, she ran out.

Carl stared at the empty doorway. "Stubborn," he muttered.

Suddenly, he recalled Ms. Johnson's description of him: hard-headed.

They were quite alike.

Carl touched the fever patch on his forehead, the corner of his mouth smiling slightly.

...

After going downstairs, Renee quickly said goodbye to Patrick and left via the private elevator, as if she had come and gone without a t