Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me?

Chapter 522 How to Refuse Someone

While Hank was taking that woman on a tour around his firm, Yelena had left in silence. When Hank

turned back, he saw Summer standing at the reception alone, staring at him.

Noticing Hank looking at her, Summer looked at him as well. For the first time ever, there was no

admiration in her eyes. There was disappointment and disdain.

Is that disdain I notice? Hank thought he was seeing things. When he tried to take a closer look,

Summer had looked away and was staring at the entrance.

"Hank? What are you staring at, Hank?" The girl waved her hand in front of Hank's face, snapping him

out of his stupor.

"Nothing. Let's go upstairs."

Cecelia waved her hand. "No. Someone's waiting for me. That concludes our appointment today. See

you tomorrow, Mr. Damazio."

Hank looked away and nodded gently. "Sure. Go now. Drive safe."

"I know, I know. Bye now." Cecelia picked up her bag and walked off. When she reached the entrance,

she asked Summer, "Who was that with you just now? She was staring at me."

Summer thought of Yelena as her friend. The fact that Cecelia was trying to act innocent got on her

nerves. She snapped, "That's confidential. I cannot answer that, miss."

Surprised by Summer's snappish attitude, Cecelia smiled awkwardly at Hank. "Your employee can be

quite the character."

Hank's face fell. "She needs more training."

Summer didn't care about his opinion.

Cecelia shrugged and left.

Then, Hank asked, "Why did you snap at her?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Mr. Damazio." Summer sorted out the files in her hand,

refusing to answer.

Hank narrowed his eyes, frustration welling up in him. "Why did you snap at my client? Have you

forgotten what I told you?"

"No. I just never took you for someone so heartless, but I thought wrong." Summer met Hank's gaze

without fear. This was the first time she spoke to him that way, and she was ready to lose her job over

this. This job was hard to get, it paid well, and she didn't have to do much. If I lose my job, you're going

to have to support me, Yelena. I'm doing this for you.

Hank looked at her in disbelief. Summer had always been a smart, quiet girl. This wasn't the kind of

attitude he expected from her. However, he realized Yelena had been chatting with her lately. It was

normal if they became friends. She made an ally out of Summer in just a few days. That's surprising.

"What do you mean I'm heartless?" He pursed his lips.

"You know what I mean."

"Did Yelena say something?" If she's already calling me heartless, there's no telling how much worse

the critique is behind my back.

Hank heaved a sigh. He was about to keep asking, but Summer got agitated. "It hasn't been days since

I knew her, but she's a timid girl. She gets flustered and will apologize profusely just because she

bumps into someone, yet she won't give up on you. She follows you around all day, but you won't even

give her an answer or even a moment of your time. That's cruel."

Hank looked at her silently.

"And as if that's not enough, you bring another girl around just to spite her. Words aren't enough to

express how I feel." Summer was fuming as if she was the one being bullied.

Hank laughed. "You're going to call me a jerk, aren't you?"

No. You're a f*ckboy, Summer thought. She could lose her job, but she didn't want to get sued over

this. "No, but I think you should consider your options very carefully from now on, Mr. Damazio." If I

were Yelena, I would've raised hell long ago. She's been nothing but patient. I'd have killed everyone.

Hank looked at the unfinished waffle. He was reminded of how Yelena kept telling him not to waste

food, and something stirred within him. She must have been really sad to not finish her favorite food.

Summer took her tag off and resolutely said, "If you think I've offended you and your client, then fire

me. I won't complain, but please don't leave her hanging."

"Very well." Hank nodded.

Despite her brave front, Summer still winced from the termination. Damn it. I'm unemployed now. "I'll

pack my stuff up and go." She turned around to pack her things up.

"You don't have to. The firm needs someone with a sense of justice like you."

Summer froze and turned around in disbelief. "Really? You think I have a sense of justice?"

"I'm not terminating you."

Hank left it at that. Before he left, Summer said, "Mr. Damazio, I have another message for you. Yelena

saw that woman and it broke her heart. She said she won't ever come to the firm again."

She won't ever come again? She must've been really heartbroken. Something stirred in Hank's heart,

but he couldn't put a finger on it. Yet, he nodded. "I see."

Summer heaved a sigh. I did my best. It's all in fate's hands now.

…

Yelena came to a bar for the first time. She picked Luna. It was Elspeth's turf after all. Nobody would try

to pull anything funny.

Yet some people just had to disturb her. Noticing Yelena trying to get wicked drunk as if to forget her

worries, someone came holding a couple of glasses of wine. "Alone, cutie?" The man leered and

shoved a glass of wine over to Yelena, then he sat down beside her.

Yelena looked at him groggily. She drawled, "Get away from me. I'm a simp."

The man's smile froze, and his lips twitched. That's a… refreshing way to refuse pick-up artists.