Chapter 211

Chapter 211
Jane was speechless.

She had only said a few words. Was this man really that petty?

Sammy was right - this man was just petty, with no tolerance at all.

But she held back, since she was partly at fault too.

So facing the man's sarcasm, she said patiently, "Fine, I'll make it up to you. Is that okay? Yesterday my attitude was bad, I wrongly accused Mr. Smith, I apologize. Is that okay?"

Her tone softened with the last sentence.

That helpless yet somewhat indulgent tone made John's heart flutter with a strange feeling, ticklish.

But he still maintained his cold tone: "I didn't expect someone like Miss Watson would admit fault and apologize."

Jane: "..."

What did he mean by "someone like her"?

What kind of person was she in his mind?

She was gradually losing patience. Suppressing her emotions, she asked, "So is Mr. Smith accepting this or not?"

John didn't answer her question. He glanced at the paper bag in her hand, "What's that?"

"Afternoon tea." She took it out and placed it on the table in front of him. "It's still warm. Please have some, Mr. Smith."

But the man showed no appreciation. He looked at her coldly: "Miss Watson doesn't think that one tube of ointment and one afternoon tea is enough to make amends, does she?"

Jane was done.

She had already made the first move, so why was this man still acting like this?

Helpless and powerless.

Finally, she said patiently, "How about adding the design exhibition? The New York jewelry design exhibition that happens once every five years - I have tickets. I'll take Mr. Smith to see it, okay?"

This was her last card. If he still insisted on being difficult, there was nothing more she could do.

The man didn't answer immediately. He just looked at her, his usual cold tone carrying mockery: "Miss Watson really is all about work. Even making amends doesn't interfere with work."

Jane: "..."

Was this man sick? He complained when she slacked off, and now he complained when she worked hard.

She was trying to benefit his company - what was he unhappy about?

So basically, when you don't like someone, nothing they say is right.

She completely didn't want to talk anymore. She glared at him unhappily and asked through gritted teeth, "So what exactly does Mr. Smith want?"

He glanced at the ointment in her hand, "Weren't you going to apply the medicine for me?"

Jane: "..."

She was just giving him the ointment. When did she say she would apply it for him?

But since this man was willing to back down, her plan could proceed smoothly. Whatever, she wouldn't argue with him.

She opened the ointment cap.

She forgot to ask Alice for cotton swabs, and she didn't bring her bag when she came down from the office.

In the end, she had to wipe her hands with a disinfectant wipe, then squeezed a bit of the transparent ointment onto her middle finger and applied it to his lips.

"Remember to apply it morning and night. After applying, massage with your finger for one minute to let your lips absorb it. After that, you can eat or drink - it won't interfere. The ingredients are very safe, even if you swallow some it's fine." She explained the instructions while applying it for him.

John said nothing.

Jane thought he hadn't heard, so she looked up at him, but accidentally met his deep eyes.

Was it her imagination, or did she just catch him looking at her lips for a moment?

She couldn't help but think of yesterday afternoon, the scene in the parking garage.

Coincidentally, he was also thinking about when he kissed her here yesterday - that soft, sweet sensation. He suddenly felt a bit addicted, unable to stop himself.

A heated and ambiguous atmosphere grew and spread between them, dispelling the previous coldness.

Jane felt her face burning hot, and her heart panicked. She forgot about applying the medicine, and her hand slowly dropped.

He caught it, holding her wrist. His deep eyes fell on her face, and his voice became husky: "Didn't you say to massage for one minute? Miss Watson, show me how."

Jane felt her heart beating even faster. Not daring to look into his unfathomable eyes, she hastily massaged a few times and said, "Like this. You can apply it yourself."

With that, she fled.

John watched her flustered retreating figure until she disappeared into the elevator. His gaze fell on the afternoon tea bag.

He took out the snacks - they were all things he liked to eat.

The corners of his usually hard mouth slowly curved into a faint smile.

Kevin, who had been hiding outside the car, saw Jane leave and got in the car, only to see that the boss was actually eating something in the car?

This was too amazing.

Ever since yesterday, after those two had that argument, John's mood had been unpredictable. This morning when they went to inspect a mall, he had a stern face the whole time, scaring everyone. At noon when they invited him to eat, he didn't go, but now he was eating the afternoon tea the young Madam sent?

Kevin could hardly believe it. Was his boss really this easy to appease?

Kevin's mood improved too. The boss's good mood was basically a blessing for all the executives at Smith Corporation - they wouldn't get yelled at today.

If you asked him, all the company employees should thank the young Madam.

Jane had no idea she had such influence.

She also didn't know that just because she got in John's car again in the parking garage, she had once again become the topic of discussion among all Smith Corporation employees.

Walking into the design department, Mia had just come back from outside. She hooked her arm through Jane's and whispered gossip in her ear: "I heard Miss Watson just got in Mr. Smith's car again?"

"Can you not be so gossipy?" Jane was speechless.

"Can't help it. Everyone's gossiping, so if I don't gossip a bit, it would be awkward." Mia laughed, "By the way, let me tell you - everyone's saying that Smith Corporation is about to change. The position of future CEO's wife is going to change hands."