After a while, Hermia saw them returning. She caught sight of Niklaus first, stepping inside with his usual commanding presence, Steffon trailing behind him, holding a tablet and murmuring something.
Her breath hitched as her gaze zeroed in on Niklaus, his sharp suit impeccable, his hair perfectly in place.
He exuded an aura of control, yet there was a subtle softness in his demeanor as his eyes roved around the room.
He stopped abruptly when he spotted the coffee on his desk. His gaze flicked to her office, his dark eyes locking with hers through the glass wall.
'Oh,' Hermia froze, holding her breath under his penetrating stare.
His expression was unreadable, but something in his eyes lingered—a mix of curiosity and surprise.
Her heart thudded as she quickly blinked and glanced back down at her files, pretending to be completely engrossed.
'Will he drink it?' She wondered.
