“I’m not a little kid. Stop treating me like one every chance you get—and don’t touch my head.” Cecilia shot him a glare.

Nathaniel acted like he hadn’t heard a word. He lifted his hand again and lightly rubbed her cheek.

“Alright, alright. Got it. Don’t be mad.”

Cecilia looked at his handsome face, and just like that, the irritation drained away.

By the time the car reached Jamieson Group, Cecilia got out first.

Nathaniel followed right behind her as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

She turned to him, unable to hold it in. “You’re coming into Jamieson Group with me again today?”