Chapter 485

Angela’s gaze flickered toward the dampened part of his pants. She took a deep breath, her voice filled with embarrassment. “I really didn’t mean to—my hand just slipped.” “Get out,” Richard said, clearly exasperated. Biting her lip, Angela shut her eyes in frustration. What had just happened? She had come here to win his favor, yet somehow she had made everything worse. “I’ll bring you another cup,” she mumbled, her cheeks burning as she hurried out of the room. Richard walked to the wardrobe, grabbed a fresh pair of pants, and headed to the bathroom. An inexplicable restlessness simmered in his dark eyes, a smoldering heat flickering within. It was absurd. A mere accidental brush of her hand had triggered this reaction. Even now, the image of her innocent, porcelain-like face lingered in his mind, and he realized—this fire wasn’t going to die down anytime soon. When he stepped out of the bathroom, he found Angela crouched under his desk, cleaning up the spilled coffee. Her long hair