NovelEnglish"What's the matter?" Tyler asked.
Olivia sensed his cold tone and calmed herself. "Um, I was told to bring you afternoon tea. Are you in your office right now?" Tyler raised an eyebrow, knowing exactly who might have sent her. He leaned against the railing and looked down the empty hallway. "No, I'm not." Olivia wasn't expecting that answer. While she paused, trying to think, Tyler added nonchalantly, "I'm at the hospital with your sister." Tyler often spent twith her sister, so it made sense he was there and not at his office. Still, this left Olivia unsure of what to do next. "What should I do with the tea, then?" "Just leave it at the front desk. They'll send it to my office," he instructed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"A-Alright." Tyler ended the call. Olivia heard the beep and went silent.
Sensing the change, the driver asked cautiously, "Is Mr. Tyler not there?" "No. He told us to drop the tea at the front desk." The driver was taken aback.
Tyler stood at the window of the hospital floor, looking down below. He smoked a cigarette while resting against a pillar, appearing a bit lonely.
Olivia got out of the car slowly, followed closely by the driver.
They approached the impressive building of Harris Group, and Olivia was momentarily awestruck. She walked toward the front desk, where a very professional-looking young woman in uniform was working.
The woman looked up, saw Olivia, and immediately approached her. "Mrs. Harris!" Olivia was startled by the address but then remembered she had been here before. "This is Tyler's afternoon tea, prepared by his family. Could you please send it to his office? Thanks." Content belongs to FindThe receptionist seemed a bit surprised. "For Mr. Harris, right?" "Yes." "I'll make sure it gets there right away," the receptionist promised.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAs Olivia turned to leave, the receptionist called after her, "Won't you stay for a while?"
Olivia hadn't planned on staying. "I... I have something else I need to do! Sorry," she replied gently. "That's a shame. Letat least walk you to the door," the receptionist offered.
Olivia nodded.
As they walked through the lounge, people started to notice and whisper about Olivia and why she was getting such special treatment. Olivia tried her best to ignore the stares. sŵ
Just as the receptionist was about to open the door for her, Olivia stopped her. "It's alright. Im just here to drop off the tea." The receptionist smiled. "Understood, Mrs. Harris!"
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