Right Person, Wrong Time

Chapter 1422 Slumber

Isaac cast a wary glance at the two men as he stepped into the medical base. There was an unsettling aura about these security guards, though he couldn't quite pinpoint what it was.

Regardless, he reminded himself that the contract signing was of utmost importance.

So, he quickened his stride towards the office building and found his thoughts straying from the contract. He was keen to see Roxanna, curious about her current activities, and her reaction upon his arrival. He quickly located Roxanna's office since he had visited numerous times. Thus, he was well-acquainted with its whereabouts.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Isaac gently rapped on the door. Alas, there was no response from within after several knocks and a lengthy wait.

Could she be absent from the office?

He had specifically inquired with an employee downstairs earlier, who had assured him that she was indeed in her office.

So, he hesitated momentarily before cautiously pushing the door open. The sight that met his eyes was Roxanna, slumped over her desk. The window behind her was ajar, allowing a gentle breeze to brush against her face.

She had dozed off here, seemingly unconcerned about the risk of catching a cold.

A small smile played at the corners of Isaac's mouth at the sight. Then, he quietly approached her and spotted a thin coat nearby.

Hence, he picked up the coat and gently draped it over her.

Her face in slumber was serene, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly in the breeze.

He swallowed hard, unable to tear his gaze away from her.

Perhaps she had sensed a stranger's presence in the safety of her office as her eyes fluttered open. When he saw that she was roused from her sleep, he quickly averted his gaze, feigning interest in the view outside.

Roxanna, still groggy from her nap, didn't notice anything unusual. Instead, she couldn't help but feel puzzled as she rubbed the sleepiness away from her eyes.

She distinctly remembered leaving it on the couch before she dozed off. Could she have been so drowsy that she didn't recall putting it on herself? "Are you awake?"

The sudden sound of a male voice startled Roxanna from her thoughts. She quickly turned toward the source of the sound, and Isaac's face came into view. "Why are you here?"

She hastily straightened her clothes. She was known for her restless sleep and hoped that he hadn't seen her in such a disarray.

She would be extremely mortified if he had.

"The contract is ready. So, I came to get your signature. I didn't expect to find you asleep. I heard you spent the night in the office?"

He recalled the employee he had encountered downstairs, who had informed him about her overnight stint.

This thought stirred a pang of concern for her within him.

"Ah, okay. I'll review it now. Then, I'll forward it to the legal department," she answered as she swiftly regained her composure. Sure enough, she noticed the contract on her desk.

She figured that the discussion they would have about the contract would hopefully divert his attention and spare her further embarrassment.

So, she picked up the contract and began to peruse it. It was quite comprehensive.

Roxanna nodded in satisfaction. Then, she glanced at Isaac, and after a brief pause, she spoke, "Isaac, I don't see any issues from my end, but I still need to forward it to the legal department for review. Please bear with me."

Isaac turned to look at her, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before he responded, "Alright, I'll wait here."

She was pleasantly surprised by his patience but refrained from making any comments. She simply dialed the legal department and requested them to come and review the contract.

After the call, the office descended into an awkward silence.

Roxanna sat in her chair, feeling as if she was perched on a bed of needles. She was so restless that she could barely stop herself from fidgeting.

To be precise, she found it impossible to concentrate on anything with him in the room.

On the other hand, he appeared perfectly comfortable, leisurely exploring the office as if he were in his own home.