Hazel had just stepped into the elevator. Before the elevator door closed, someone had already pressed the button to open the door. The elevator door slowly opened again.
Chase walked in with a cold expression.
He was not wearing a suit today. Instead, he wore a knee–length overcoat with a black shirt underneath. His hair was still meticulously combed on top of his head, with a few irregular strands loosely hanging at the ends.
He exuded a strong presence with a hint of wickedness. He was incredibly handsome!
However, when Hazel saw him, she felt a sudden intense feeling of anxiety. She involuntarily pressed herself against the clevator wall.
Seeing her frightened reaction, Chase did not show any anger. Instead, he had a calm expression, and he did not ask her why she had snuck out yesterday.
Hazel's heart was beating rapidly. She clenched her fists, ready to defend herself at any moment.
