NovelEnglishAfter making up her mind, Linda would follow Catherine's steps and be responsible for her future.
Whether she delivered files to Finnley or encountered him in the corridor or the elevator, Linda couldn't help looking at him.
The more she saw him, the more deeply she liked him.
His gentle and handsome face, slightly raised lips, and cello-sound-like voice made her more and more obsessed.
Jennifer entered the vice president's office and asked with concern, “Linda, are you OK with your finance? Why did you return the money so soon?” “I always feel uneasy about owing others. | don’t have any problem. Thank you, Ms. Brooks,” Linda answered sincerely.
Jennifer didn't ask her more.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIn the office next door, Finnley received a table from Mya. Gazing at the sender's name, he recalled Mya would go home, feeling disappointed. He was in a daze.
“Hey!” A girl's voice suddenly shocked and brought him back to his senses.
Mya walked toward him. “Do you still have the milk with the banana flavor? | want a bottle.” Last time, Finnley bought her a dozen, and he also liked drinking it. There was the only last one in the box. He bent over to pick it up for her.
“Thank you.” Mya was about to turn away.
“Wait a minute!” Mya stopped mid-step and looked back. “Yes?” She opened the lid and took a sip, the pleasant smell spreading in the air.
“Are you going home tonight?” Finnley asked calmly, but his heart fluctuated slightly.
Mya felt weird, staring at him. “Why?” Finnley felt his question sounded too abrupt. Therefore, he couldn't find a proper answer to her question.
However, Mya tilted her head with a smile and answered immediately, “I won't go home tonight. My parents will go to my aunt's.
Can you please take me in for another night?” ‘Take you in?’ Finnley wished her to stay in his apartment.
However, he nodded expressionlessly. “All right. | see.” He tried to repress his joy.
“What did you see?” Mya joked.
“I can cook dinner for you tonight. What would you like to have?” asked Finnley. “You had noodle bowls all the time. | should cook some dishes for you.” “The Last Supper?” Mya recalled the painting.
Finnley was wordless.
She giggled. “No problem. | need to go back to work. Let's go shopping for the ingredients after work.” Watching her leave in joy, Finnley felt less frustrated, but sorrow filled his heart. Somehow, he realized he had a crush on her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMya held the milk back to her seat and finished it quickly.
Linda gazed at her without blinking, her eyes full of jealousy.
She knew the milk was from Finnley’s office and couldn't believe Mya had asked him for the milk during working hours. Inwardly, Linda cursed her.
She believed a girl should be reserved to pursue a man.
Linda once saw the whole box of this kind of milk behind Finnley’s chair.
Therefore she plucked up her courage and left the office.
While Finnley was reviewing the data, he heard footsteps and thought it was Mya. However, it was Linda.
“Yes, Ms. Chambers?” He didn't see any file in her hands.
Linda stood before him with a smile and asked sweetly, “Mr. Russell, may | have a bottle of milk with the banana flavor as well? | went to the supermarket but failed to buy it several times. The supermarket was short of supply, but it's my favorite flavor.” mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWLII0fiflO& 1 mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWL1i10fif10&1 mmMwWLIiI0fiflO&1
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