Turning around, she walked lightly towards the bedroom, leaving Leslie's voice behind.
Catherine would never let Leslie in. Never! She locked the door of her bedroom and lay down tiredly. After working for several hours, she was exhausted.
As soon as she closed her eyes, Ivan's figure showed up in her mind.
Outside the door.
Leslie had a feeling that Catherine was at home.
As her boss, he visited her with fruit, why wouldn't she open the door? The doorbell rang so loudly that it was impossible not to hear it.
Leslie thought of Catherine's state after she cback from Roxy Waterfall. She seemed to avoid him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Catherine!" He knocked harder on the door, "I got you sfruit! Open the door!" He knocked so hard as if he was going to break the door.
In the bedroom, on the bed, Catherine's tears soaked the pillow.
Whenever she thought of Ivan, that painful feeling would sweep over her. And the memories cback to her like a tidal wave.
They were so close, why couldn't they get together? Catherine devoted her entire youth to Ivan. She spent every second making herself better. Why didn't he ever look at her? Why was work the only thing between them? At this age, it was normal for her to feel lonely because she had no lover, no family, and no friends.
This kind of loneliness often swallowed her up ... made her lose her mind, and made her cry for no reason.
Outside the door.
Leslie had no choice but to put down the fruit and return in vain... His mood was nothing better.
After about two hours, Catherine cout of the bedroom.
She didn't hear the doorbell or the knock on the door. She looked out through the peephole again. Leslie wasn’t there anymore.
Catherine opened the door with caution and picked up the bag on the ground. There were durians, blueberries, lychees, jack fruit, as well as two packs of cigarettes she had never seen before.
She looked at the entrance of the corridor and found no one there.
She closed the door and put the bag on the table.
She had no interest in fruits, but she loved cigarettes. She took out a cigarette from the bag and put it in her mouth. She didn't need to take a deep breath to know that she enjoyed it very much.
"That's a good thing." Catherine said softly with a smile, "Leslie, Leslie, we are not the speople.” So, no matter how courteous Leslie was, Catherine would keep a distance from him.
Leslie was a murderer, a madman, a devil.
The next morning, at R-Alan Group, the design department was filled with excitement! For the first time, everybody got there early.
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Catherine kept her promise, transferring 100,000 to the person after checking the design.
"Thank you, Ms. Collins!" "Thanks, Ms. Collins." People who didn't like her all thanked her with smiles. That was human nature.
After paying every designer, Catherine took the design and walked into the president's office next door.
Hearing the footsteps, Leslie, who was working, raised his eyes and greeted Catherine nicely. "Have a seat.” Catherine, who was very feminine, stood before Leslie's desk and said, "I had a rough look at these design drafts, your designers have tried their best.” What a tone... What an attitude...
Leslie frowned, then smiled and looked up at her. "I will pay the money back to you." "No.
Leslie looked at her, "Have you got the fruit and cigarettes outside your door? How did they taste?" "The fruit was okay. But the cigarettes were nice.” Her tone was light.
Nice? So, she tried it.
Leslie smiled and didn't ask any more questions. He was relieved to know that she had tried the cigarettes.
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