Chapter 907

Hannah glanced at his computer screen, commenting, "But your work isn't finished yet." "Can you wait for me for half an hour?" His gaze met hers with sincerity. Under their locked gaze, Hannah's heart skipped a beat, feeling butterflies in her stomach. She looked away and compromised, "Okay, but no more than half an hour. Not even a minute more." "Alright." Noah immediately returned to his seat, quickly getting back into focus to tackle his pending tasks. … Later that evening, they arrived at the bar. The ambiance was lively, with colorful lights and chatter. When Hannah and Noah arrived, most other guests had already gathered in the private room, enjoying themselves. Noah, deeply engrossed in medical research for years, had never concerned himself with affairs of the Lawson Group or attended any social gatherings. He did not enjoy the heavy atmosphere of alcohol, frowning as soon as he stepped in, looking aloof and detached. Hannah sensed his discomfort. As