Jiayi's mind stirred.
"Rest assured. My promise to you will not change," he said as he let go of her delicate hand, stepped back two paces with his tall, upright figure, and his gaze regained its clarity.
A weight lifted from Jiayi's heart when she understood he had agreed to her request. She was about to say more when she heard the distinct sound of footsteps outside the door and the servant's respectful voice:
"Mr. Huo is coming up."
"Hmm," came the familiar, restrained, and magnetic deep voice of the man.
Then there was the click of the presidential suite's door being unlocked.
Following that, the man's footsteps, as he stepped on the carpet and walked inside, grew increasingly near.
Nie Yixiao's expression changed.
Jiayi panicked as well. Nie Yixiao was in the study at the moment. If he went out, he would definitely run straight into him.
