NovelEnglishThere was really no rush. Catherine had given her two million, which was enough for her to spend.
Putting down the phone, she picked up the design draft and looked at it before she began to design.
After a while, there were footsteps at the door.
Catherine looked over and met Leslie's eyes. Leslie asked, "You are still working?” "I'm getting off work after the design is finished." Catherine looked down and said in an aloof manner.
From where Leslie was standing, he looked down and could see her cleavage. He couldn't help but feel restless.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLeslie sighed, walked around the table to her side and with one hand on the table, he said in a gentler voice, “Are you still angry?” "Why should | be angry?" Catherine was still indifferent.
"| didn’t want to urge you," Leslie explained, "I'm not saying that it was wrong for you to go to the Roxy Waterfall. | was just a bit anxious seeing how fast the Marsh Group is moving. They seemed to be wining.” "You think I'm not anxious?" Catherine looked up at him, "You should leave now. You are interrupting my thoughts.” Catherine didn’t want to talk to Leslie about anything other than work.
"Alright, alright. Just don't be mad at me." Leslie seemed gentle with her, "Go back home early and have some rest. Health is more important than anything. | know we can't rush into things.” Catherine did not speak. She did not intend to talk to him, a man who killed his wife right after divorce. How cruel and heartless was that? After a few seconds of silence, Leslie got bored and left.
As soon as Leslie left, Catherine suddenly was in no mood to design. She sighed and thought of the nightmare she had had of Leslie on top of her in bed.
She knew what kind of person he was, which was why she needed to keep a distance from him.
Catherine did change, but she wouldn't degrade herself into turning into someone like Leslie.
It was getting late.
After going back home, Shirley had a sleepless night. She had been tossing and turning in bed, but unable to fall asleep.
Clarence had used up all the comforting words he could find.
The next morning, at 9 a. m.
In the president's office in the Marsh Group, Finnley, who had just come back from confirming a date, walked in and saw two bottles of banana milk and a muffin on his desk.
He smiled and felt warm.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWas this a little thank-you gift from Mya, to thank him for letting her stay with him? But why couldn't she just say “thank you"? However, he did like the small gesture. Sitting down on his chair, he grabbed a bottle of banana milk and drank it.
He found it very sweet, sweeter than ever.
In the Saunders family.
Shirley had changed into an elegant dress, grabbed her purse and was changing her shoes. “I can let Finnley go, but | have to talk to Mya at least.” Clarence did not stop her but reminded me, "Okay. But remember, you are going to talk to her, not blaming her.” "Got it. You have said a lot of stuff to me last night," Shirley said, “Mya is a grownup now and since it has happened, there is no use to blame her. It's just a matter of communication. | will try fix it and let her open up to me.” In the vice president's office in the Marsh Group.
The phone rang.
Mya looked at the Caller ID and answered it, "Hey, mom. | thought | have told you | would go home for dinner tonight and stay at home for the night.” "I know. I am not calling to remind you of that," Shirley asked, “Honey, do you have time now? | miss you, you want to grab a cup of coffee together?” "But I'm coming home this afternoon.” Mya wanted refuse, for she was too lazy to go downstairs.
"But I'm already at your company. | just really miss you." Shirley wasn't angry and said, “It won't take much time. Just a cup of coffee. Honey, | will be waiting for you!” With that, Shirley hung up.
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