However, this type of “everyday behavior" was distinct. It was subtler and more commonplace, making it easier for others to accept.

“That sounds reasonable!" she hurriedly replied, though she still had concerns, "But will it affect your work?"

“As the chairman, I'm entitled to Lunch and a break, right?"

Bennett locked his eyes onto her and grinned.

Blushing, Claudia admitted, “I'm overthinking things, I'm sorry.”

Even the chairman was human!

No matter Bennett's status, he still needed to eat, after all. "Alright."

Bennett nodded and resumed eating without further words.

Claudia also lapsed into silence once more but stole occasional glances at Bennett.

Recognizing that he wasn't just placating her and genuinely enjoyed her cooking, a sense of pride swelled within her.

Naturally, this pride was her secret to keep. Fearing he might discern her thoughts, she refrained from looking at him. Instead, she took her soup bowl and sipped from it.

Well, he wouldn't uncover her so easily.

As Claudia savored the soup, her thoughts churned in the background.

Following Lunch, Claudia astutely expressed her desire to go back home. Bennett organized transportation with a chauffeur for her homeward journey, yet Claudia declined hastily, stating, “I can manage the subway ride back."

Before Bennett could respond, Claudia appended, "If the routine of coming here and going back home repeatedly is such a hassle, I'll similarly find it awkward to bring Lunch for you in the future."

Her words effectively swayed Bennett, Leading him to abandon the notion of enlisting the chauffeur's services, affirming, "Alright then, travel safely."

“Understood.”

Bennett personally accompanied her to the company's exit. Only once her diminishing figure vanished into the distance did he pivot and head for the elevator.

Observing this spectacle, the pair of receptionists exchanged glances, swiftly designating Mrs. Dreskin as an esteemed VIP among esteemed guests.

A slip-up here was out of the question!

Exiting the elevator, Bennett tapped on the glass partition as he traversed his secretary's office, instructing, "Jackson, kindly come to my office."

In a fluster, Jackson's assistant mumbled, “Jackson, is this my downfall?"

Had Mrs. Dreskin reported it to Mr. Dreskin?

However, there was no alternative!