NovelEnglishChapter 228 The other colleagues perked up with curiosity when they heard Sylvia mention Bridget's mysterious illness.
"Yeah, Ms. Simpson, what was wrong with you? If it was one of those contagious bugs going around, you'd still be down for the count." "You look as fresh as a daisy. Nothing about you screams 'sick." For a brief second, a flicker of panic crossed Bridget's eyes, but she quickly masked it with a composed smile.
"Oh, it was nothing serious, just a little cold. Mr. Rupert was just being overly tic, worried that something might happen to me, so he stayed by my side the whole time." "He stayed with you the whole time?" Sylvia echoed, her tone laced with doubt.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBridget's interest piqued at this, and she strolled over to Sylvia, casually playing with the necklace around her neck.
"Yes, he's just so doting. Can't stand to seeuncomfortable, even for a minute. Jealous? Maybe you should find yourself a boyfriend, but Mr. Rupert's love foris one of a kind." Her voice was sweet as sugar, but the glance she shot Sylvia when no one else was looking was full of mockery. It seemed to silently taunt, "Sylvia, you'll never have what I have. Rupert loves only me." Her colleagues erupted into envious chatter, but Sylvia merely chuckled.
Bridget's smile faltered, her brow furrowing. "Sylvia, what's so funny?" Oh, what was funny? The fact that Bridget could lie without batting an eye. Rupert was getting chewed out by family yesterday, how could he have been with her the whole time? From Bridget's expression, it was clear she had no idea Rupert had been in trouble. If he loved her so much, why didn't he tell her? Maybe... he didn't want her to worry.
What a joke.
"Ms. Simpson, I'm just so envious of you. Truly," Sylvia said, her lips twitching with barely concealed amusement.
Bridget's earlier smug expression was now reduced to a twitching mouth, hekeyes burning with anger. She wanted nothing more than to slap Sylvia, but she had to maintain her composed image in front of everyone.
Sylvia, feeling a bit mischievous, wrinkled her nose playfully. "Ms. Simpson, I've said I'm envious, yet you don't seem pleased. What should I say to make you happy?" The room fell into a tense silence, all eyes turning to Bridget. The colleagues, seasoned veterans of the workplace, could easily see through Bridget's flaunting. Hexpensive jewelry screamed for attention, but who could blher when her fiancé was Rupert? Still, her airs were rubbing speople the wrong way, and it wouldn't take much for them to seize the moment.
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Realizing this, Bridget quickly donned a graceful smile. "Sylvia, what are you talking about? I'm not upset at all.
How about this, I'll treat everyone to coffee." Coffee? Was Bridget in any condition for that?
Sylvia pondered for a moment, then affectionately took Bridget's hand. "Thank you for your generosity, Ms Simpson Meard there's a new café across the street with a signature iced caramel macchiato. Why don't we all give it a try?" At the mention of the iced macchiato, Bridget's hand trembled slightly in Sylvia's grasp.
Before she could object, the other colleagues chimed in with enthusiasm.
"Yeah, I've heard about it too. Let's go there."
"I've been dying to try it. I even followed the café's owner on Twitter.
e l'treach out and make a reservation." "So, iced caramel macchiatos all around, Ms. Simpson, what do you say?" Seeing everyone's eagerness, Bridget really had no choice but to nod. "Alright, iced caramel macchiatos it is." mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1
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