Chapter 376


    "Take the head of the table," Grant motioned for me and Ernest to sit down.


    Who would''ve guessed he was the big boss acting all casual like this?


    I was sure, had it not been for Ernest''s undercover identity, Grant wouldn''t be acting so out of character.


    "Mr. Smith," I addressed him, "You''re the boss, and we''re just employees. Isn''t it a bit... odd for you to be so attentive?" Grant paused, ncing at Ernest beforeughing it off, "Not at all. We''re all colleagues here, one big family, right?"


    I couldn''t help but scoff, "But you''re still the boss. This kind of behavior might make us uneasy."


    "Let''s not be overly formal, Mr. Smith. Otherwise, this meal won''t sit well with us," Ernest chimed in.


    Grant waved his hands dismissively, "Don''t overthink it. I''m just a regr guy; no airs about me. I prefer being approachable, right Mr. Collins?"


    "Too approachable," Ernest replied sinctly.


    Compared to Grant, he seemed more like the boss material.


    Grant chuckled, then his phone pinged twice on the table. He quickly checked it and stood up, "Excuse me for a moment, I need to greet someone."


    I was surprised, "Mr. Smith, you''ve invited someone else today?"


    "Yep, someone you''ve been wanting to meet," Grant winked at me.


    That wink sent a shiver down my spine.


    Ernest coughed, "Mr. Smith, is there something wrong with your eye? Should we get some eye drops for you?"


    I almost burst intoughter.


    Grant caught the jab and shook his head, "Mr. Collins, no need to be so petty."


    "When ites to my woman, I can''t afford to be generous," Ernest stated boldly.


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    go and fetch our guest." Content


    Once he was gone, I looked at Ernest, "Are we here just to make up the numbers?"


    "It''s a dinner. Just eat whatever you


    like,"


    Ponest said, turning the table to


    a ss of water, using a


    wine ss.


    "What''s the meaning of this?" I pouted at the ss.


    "You''re sick. You shouldn''t be drinking," Ernest exined.


    I bit my lip, "What if I want to?"


    I was deliberately being stubborn, testing him.


    Ernest paused for a few seconds, "Then, just a little. Just to satisfy the craving."


    I couldn''t help butugh, leaving Ernest confused, "What''s so funny?"


    "Ernest, you clearly don''t want me to drink. Why indulge me?" I smiled softly.


    Ernest pursed his lips, stood up, and moved behind me. His arm reached over to gently set the ss down, and his lips brushed against my ear as he whispered, "Because I want you to be happy."


    His breath was warm against my ear, his words even warmer.


    It had been a long time since someone doted on me like this.


    I lifted my hand, hooking it around Ernest''s neck, pulling him closer before kissing him.


    Ernest didn''t move, so I cheekily parted my lips, pressing them against his.


    I was getting into it when the door to the private room swung open-