Sylvain Leroux adjusted his emotions and returned to his usual self-controlled appearance as he continued to listen to new manufacturing plans from his subordinates through the computer screen. Yet in a hidden corner, his rough hand is used as a toy for you to test the color of newly purchased lipsticks. Leroux had difficulty signing the document with his other hand, but there was not a word of complaint.

You feel angry when you see that, your plot to bother him again fails miserably. You deliberately used your hand to draw randomly on Leroux's face, your thumb carelessly stroking across his lower lip. You only saw his body become tense, his breathing intermittent and heavy.

Leroux gently removed your hand from his face, kissed the back of your hand, and gently stroked your head.

"Don't worry, mon amour. I'll play with you after I finish work."