"Shirley Thorne."
Ethan Grant called her name, his face devoid of expression.
The person who'd been called took a quiet, deep breath and swallowed hard a few times. Her almond-shaped eyes sparkling, she said, "Mr. Grant, could you take off your glasses?"
Ethan Grant: ...
'Why does Shirley Thorne always say things I can't understand?'
"Don't ask me why, because I won't tell you!"
Shirley Thorne's face was a mask of determination.
"If you don't take them off, I won't cooperate tonight!"
Shirley Thorne delivered her ultimatum.
Although she still didn't know whether "sleeping together" was meant to be a noun or a verb, a man wearing glasses was a definite no-go.
'If it's a noun, the great billionaire is just too handsome with his glasses on. I'm afraid I won't be able to stop myself from turning it into a verb.'
'If it's a verb, well... that sounds kind of exciting!'
