The VIP room was not very big, probably because this restaurant was a small one. But the decoration was divine and cozy. The smell was soothing and pleasant.
Inside, there was a rectangular table for two. They sat face to face. But the table was too small that their knees collided now and then.
Franklin stared at Emily and suddenly reached out his hand to touch her eyes.
Surprised and dazed, she didn't know what to do and dared not to move as well.
Franklin caressed her eyes for a while before putting his hand down, "There's panic in your eyes. What are you afraid of?"
Emily wailed in her heart. "I'm afraid of you! Why are you touching me?"
However, she did not dare to speak it out.
"Nothing. I was just wondering if we're from two different worlds. You're a billionaire while I am only a saleslady. Though I do want to repay you, I'm afraid I have little ability to do that. All I can do is to pray for you every day and wish you a successful career."
"I'm already successful," Franklin said.
"Well, then I wish you can keep your career at the top."
"So, are you implying that you won't repay me?" Franklin asked.
Emily lowered her head embarrassedly and whispered "I thought I was repaying you by inviting you for dinner. After all, it isn't cheap."
Hearing her words, Franklin couldn't help but laugh.
Emily's eyes widened in disbelief.
His scent came in, unfamiliar and masculine, mixed with the sandalwood fragrance, making Emily dizzy.
Her brain went blank at that moment, making her unable to think, unable to determine why he did this, and unable to move. She's paralyzed with his kiss.
Finally, finally, when she was about to suffocate, Franklin let her go.
After falling back into her seat, Emily breathed heavily. Her lips were sweetly red from his kisses and she felt a slight pain in her mouth.
There was a knock on the door.
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