Kyson felt a pang of confusion.
Even if she was upset, surely she would tire of it by now? Standing at a distance, Dulcies voice matched the coolness of his own as she inquired, Mr.
Shaw, do you have any tasks for me? As Kyson heard the formal and distant title from her Lips once more, his brow furrowed in displeasure.
Youre my assistant, arent you? Its only logical that I have you stay here to answer some questions, isnt it? Dulcie remained silent, merely standing before him, awaiting his instructions.
After all, she was still employed as his personal assistant, and it was her duty to adhere to his directives.
Why have you stopped delivering the documents yourself lately? Do you consider yourself above everyone else? Her head bowed, Dulcie clenched her fists, struggling to contain her feelings of injustice and misunderstanding.
Noticing her silence, Kyson pressed her further. Why arent you responding? Are you unhappy with me? Or is it your job that dissatisfies you? His tone suggested he was deliberately provoking her.
Having endured enough, she no longer wished to hold back.
Abruptly, she looked up and countered, Ive always been aware of my position and never overstepped.
How could I possibly harbor dissatisfaction toward you? Youve already decided everything.
Why bother asking me now? Kyson was left momentarily speechless by her blunt retort, her newfound iciness catching him off guard.
Yesterday, when he noticed she was cold and sleepy, he couldnt resist wrapping her in his arms, letting her squeeze his chest and trace his abs.
He looked after her until she drifted off to deep sleep.
Yet, her response was sharply ungrateful.
If youre too upset to work, then go home.
This office isnt a place for your grievances, and Im certainly not a dumping ground for your complaints.
His voice dripped with sarcasm, his aura icy.
Dulcie clenched her jaw, holding back any further emotions.
Yes, Mr. Shaw.
Kyson was at a loss for words.
Seeing Dulcie shift from her spiky defiance to subdued compliance only fueled his irritation more.
He couldnt pinpoint the reason for his discontent.
It was odd.
He didnt want Dulcie to defy him, yet her simulated obedience irked him more.
With a huff, Kyson grabbed his coat and stormed out of the conference hall.