Chapter 1597

He gestured for her to take a seat.

“Come, have a seat first.

”

Devyn hesitated but remained standing, observing him closely.

Slater grabbed a jigsaw puzzle and proposed, “Let’s finish this together.

Then, I’ll decide whether I should help you or not.

”

Devyn furrowed her brows, puzzled by his request, but complied and sat beside him as he suggested.

The strong scent of cologne lingering in the air made her slightly uneasy.

She moved discreetly to create some space between them.

Examining the jigsaw puzzle, Devyn found it relatively simple.

She picked up a piece without much thought.

In the process, her hand brushed against Slater’s.

Just as she was about to retract her hand, her wrist was grabbed.

“Why is your hand so cold?” Slater inquired softly.

Devyn felt uneasy.

She struggled hard and pulled her hand away.

Then she shook her head and said, “It’s nothing.

Let’s focus on finishing the puzzle.

”

She quickly shifted the conversation and focused solely on the puzzle.

Slater’s expression grew somber, and though he seemed like he wanted to say something, he held his tongue as he observed her.

Once they completed the puzzle, Slater kept his promise, saying, “Alright, tell me, What do you need from me?”

Devyn had been seated beside him for quite a while now, her hands growing even colder.

She couldn’t tell whether it was from nerves or some other reason.

With resolve, she powered up the laptop and gestured towards the screen.

“Could you lend me your insight on this? And perhaps assist me in refining the sketch?”

Slater stole a quick glance at Devyn, then scooped up her laptop.

Devyn bit her lower lip, feeling time drag in the heavy silence of the room.

When Slater finished reading, a small frown creased his forehead as he looked back at Devyn.

“Whose idea is this?”

Devyn hadn’t expected him to figure it out so fast.

Nervously, she balled her hands.

“That’s not important.

What matters is you helping me make it happen.

”

Slater stayed quiet.

Devyn added, “Help me now, and I’ll owe you one in the future.

”

Slater’s eyes bore into Devyn’s, and he set the laptop aside.

“This is Stella’s idea, right?”

Devyn’s heart raced.

She hadn’t anticipated Slater’s sharp perception, pinpointing the origin of the design without hesitation.

She dropped her gaze, speech failing her.

Slater noticed Devyn’s inner turmoil and asked, “Curious how I caught on?”

Without waiting for Devyn’s response, he continued, “I’ve faced off against Stella a few times.

I know her style.

”