"Don't push your limits." Isabella said with a cold expression.
"Are you overthinking?"
Julian's deep eyes, surging like ocean waves, washed over Isabella, "The house is large, and I need someone to help me with house chores."
"You could totally hire someone for that." Isabella responded skillfully.
"Can't hire you, huh?" Julian smiled charmingly.
"I'm not suitable." Isabella refused.
"You're more suitable than anyone else."
Julian leaned in closer to her again, his sharply defined thin lips almost brushing against her fair earlobe, speaking with authority, "I give you until tonight, starting tomorrow, you must move into my house."
Then.
He boldly strode away, brushing past her, leaving with immense presence.
Isabella snapped back from her brief trance.
Without a second's pause.
She quickly walked out of the heavily-guarded Team Leader's building, hailed a taxi, and returned to the apartment.
At this time.
Night fell.
