Chapter 342

"You mean… I can ask for anything?" Miles Schroeder's lips curled slightly, his gaze deep and unreadable as it fell on Jenny. Jenny felt her chest tighten out of nowhere. There was something off about this man—dangerous even—but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. "Yes… as long as it's within my ability. And if Dr. Schroeder is truly sincere, then I'll hold up my end too," she said, giving him a polite nod. Miles adjusted his glasses, his slender and elegant fingers brushing against the back of Jenny's hand as he reached for a napkin. The cool touch made her skin prickle. She looked at him, wary. As a woman, she knew full well what that kind of touch meant—it wasn't accidental. "You're exactly my type, Miss Merritt," Miles said casually. Jenny sat a little straighter. She'd always known she was attractive, and the compliment only fed that confidence. "Someone like you, with your background and looks—you must have no shortage of admirers, right?" "In my opinion, women come in all k