Holly's face flushed, and she quickly shook her head.
Not taking no for an answer, Shannon Draper handed the phone to Holly, her eyes crinkling with a gossipy smile.
Holly bit her lower lip, hung up the call, and sent Silas Thornton a message instead, telling him she would be back soon.
After sending the message, Holly put her phone in her pocket and started gathering the design drafts on her desk.
A fair hand pressed down on the design drafts. Holly looked up to meet Shannon Draper's teasing gaze, her face flushing an even deeper red. She looked like a strawberry mochi with its filling peeking through—soft, sweet, and bashfully fragrant.
"I'm just finding out now. Who knew President Thornton was so clingy?" Shannon Draper's eyes widened in mock surprise, curving into a smile.
