Hunter, "Am I usually a hard-nosed guy?"
"Well, not exactly. But you do have a strong aura that puts pressure on people when they’re around you," Molly replied, glancing at Hunter. "But you’re not bad right now. At least you’re a bit more approachable."
She drew a tiny circle in the air with her finger, laughing, looking cute as a button.
Hunter softened his voice, "Seems like there’s still room for me to improve."
"No, you’re already perfect. You have great self-control and ambition and can manage your schedule and emotions well. You handle any problem with a cool head. Many people in the company admire you, thinking you’re flawless."
"And some think I’m a workaholic robot, cold and boring."
"That’s not true. In my opinion, you’re a gentleman who leads by example, a fair boss, and someone who’s overly protective of his sister."
Overly protective of his sister?
Molly, "Overall, I think you’re a good person, very gentle."
Hunter had never been praised like this by a girl before. In school, girls only had one word for him—handsome. At work, people found him stringent. And Molly was the first person to compliment him in every way.
Hunter’s gaze softened even more, "Take a break, and I’ll call you when it’s time."
Molly, "Okay."
Although Molly wanted to rest, having her boss sit before her, reading documents, gave her some pressure.
She closed her eyes, images of the competition scene flooding her mind. It was such a pity that the butterfly knot wasn’t tied properly, and the top part of the dress wasn’t altered well.
After a while, she suddenly opened her eyes, looking at Hunter, "Mr. Collins, can I borrow some paper and a pen?"
She was currently receiving an IV drip on someone else’s plane.
"Sure, I’ll go get them." Hunter stood up and quickly found her some paper and a pen.
Ideas started to flow in Molly’s head. She quickly sketched a few dress designs on the paper, all with butterfly-style skirts but completely different top designs.
Hunter watched her intently, drawing, images of her on stage today, holding an umbrella, slowly coming out from a small bridge over a stream, looking into the distance...
Her retro hairstyle, slim figure, wearing a well-fitted red dress, with Solterra women’s unique elegance and nobility.
"Mr. Collins, what do you think?" Molly waved her free hand in front of Hunter, "Mr. Collins? Did you hear me?"
Hunter snapped back to reality.
Only a few minutes had passed, and Molly had already drawn seven or eight designs.
Hunter took the sketches, surprised to find each of them unique.
"What do you think?" Molly held her breath, waiting for her boss’s evaluation.
Hunter nodded, "Very good."
"Really?"
"You’ll be the next Queen Abby."
Such high praise?
It was coming from Queen Abby’s own brother.
Molly was surprised but more excited.
"Under your leadership, the company will definitely get better and better." Hunter returned the sketches to her.
Molly didn’t realize how she took the papers, only knowing that her boss’s approval made her extremely happy.
After a while, she fell asleep. Hunter watched the girl in front of him, thinking back to the time in the office when she tripped over her own torn skirt, slipping and falling into his arms again and again.
Then, her face was as red as a ripe apple, almost to the point of tears, especially at the end when her dress tore. Despite him quickly taking off his blazer to cover her, she still ran out of the office in embarrassment.
She was really cute then.
After a while, Molly felt a thin blanket gently placed on her. It must have been Hunter, afraid that she would catch a cold, specially found a blanket to cover her.
Molly didn’t dare to open her eyes, but her breathing became more and more tense.
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