Hope Williams lightly pursed her lips, "I'll go upstairs to change. You guys go ahead and eat."
After Hope went upstairs, Grace Gray, who had just left, returned, looking at Waylon Lewis timidly, "President Lewis, I forgot to take my bag."
Waylon Lewis glanced at her coolly without saying much.
Yet this glance unsettled Grace's mind. Her gaze involuntarily fixated on Waylon Lewis, her heart pounding erratically, even her steps became clumsy as she walked.
Aunt Thompson fetched Grace's bag and handed it to her with a smile, "Miss Gray, is this the one?"
"Yes, thank you." Grace was about to walk over to receive it, and as she passed by Waylon Lewis, her eyes flickered, her feet seemed to trip on something, and her body suddenly swayed, falling straight toward Waylon Lewis.
Waylon Lewis was sitting on the sofa, holding a cup of coffee, and as he looked up, he saw her crashing straight toward him.
