Chapter 22. Pasta Salt

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I mean, he could buy a hundred of those bottles—he could start a whole franchise of menthol oils. That one bottle shouldn’t mean anything to him.

“No, I mean… I guess I did use it as an excuse to drop by. It’s been a while since I’ve seen your office, so I thought I’d visit,” she followed, taking a deep breath as she linked her fingers,

A small silence passed between the two, the air around them was somewhat awkward, and to make things worse, Mr.Reign roped me in, “Right, let me introduce you, this is Miss Alexis Solace, my secretary, she’s deaf,” he said, gesturing his hand at me.

The woman gasped at this. “Oh my gosh, I didn’t know, could she understand me?” she asked, turning halfway to face Dorian and ask him that question as if I were not in the same room as them. Still, I put on a smile,

Mr.Reign threw a glance at me, “she can’t hear but she can read lips,” he repli