“Well... I assumed I wasn't supposed to accept it."

Did she have a chance to reclaim the hundred million dollars now? Right then, Marcia appeared at the door and cast a glance at Claudia and Bennett. "Mr. Dreskin, Mrs. Dreskin, your lunch is served." "Alright," Claudia responded, her lips quivering.

She looked at Bennett, adding, "It's Lunchtim

She collected her phone and rose to her feet, Bennett following suit. Both reached the door almost simultaneously.

Intimidated by the man's commanding presence, Claudia instinctively halted, allowing him to pass first.

But Bennett didn't budge. His gaze dropped to her left foot, asking, “Is your foot feeling better?"

“Nearly there, I think."

Bennett arched an eyebrow, querying, "What does ‘nearly’ entail?" Claudia, flustered, admitted, "It hasn't completely healed." Bennett's brows knitted together. "So, your foot is still painful?"

At his words, Claudia sensed what was coming next.

As anticipated, the moment he finished speaking, she found herself in his arms.

This was not their first such interaction, and Claudia had grown accustomed to it. She instinctively encircled her arms around his neck.

Yet, in doing so, she failed to secure her phone, which dropped to the floor with a muted thud.

In a futile attempt to catch the falling phone, Claudia ended up in a rather awkward position.

Just a moment ago, in her eagerness to reach for her cell phone, she exerted all her strength to swiftly sit up straight, freeing herself from Bennett's grasp.

Despite her hands still being wrapped around the man's neck, she had shifted her position from the original posture and was now seated on Bennett's arms. and her face was only half a punch away from Bennett's.