“And even if it’s just the two of us—what, are you afraid I’ll eat you alive?”Joseph cleared his throat, flustered. “That’s not what I meant. If that’s how it is, then fine. I’ve got work anyway, might as well get it done at home.”“Our work’s the same, remember?” Mason added, raising her brows. “Professor Sanchez already sent everything to our emails. You should’ve received it too.”“It’s Charles Martin’s academic records, his papers, research results, and some experimental data.”Joseph quickly opened his inbox to check—sure enough, the files had arrived.“Working from home is fine,” Joseph muttered. “But I only have a desktop in my bedroom, no laptop. And if we’re working together… in my room… that’s just weird.”Mason shot him a look. “What’s so weird about it? A room is for sleeping, yes, but it’s also for working.”“Mr. Wilson, what exactly are you thinking? Or are you worried you’ll lose control and try something inappropriate while working?”Joseph sat up straight, exasperate

"Only questionable data requires experimental verification. If it's fine, there's no need to re-test it," Joseph replied without looking up."How can you tell just by looking? What, do you think I’m a computer? I don’t have every set of data memorized, nor can I instantly calculate the right results," Mason grumbled."My memory’s not bad. Professor Martin’s data, results, clinical outcomes—I may have worked on or read them before. Once I finish my own work, I’ll take a look for you," Joseph said, glancing at her."Really?" Mason’s eyes lit up."Just a look. If I spot any problems at a glance, I’ll point them out. That way, you won’t have to go through it line by line," Joseph clarified."That’s already a huge help. It’ll save me so much time and boost my efficiency," Mason said, warmth spreading through her chest. Her admiration for Joseph grew.This man might look sluggish most of the time, but when it mattered—he delivered.That’s what a real man was: someone who came through when i