Olivia Scott, who always hates her nonchalant look, grunted out of her nose, “Andrea Jones, I was right about you, you’re just like you were back then!”
Andrea Jones paused in her steps and looked back at her patiently. What did she mean by that?
Olivia Scott ringed her chest and looked at her with a snicker, “I haven’t seen you for a few years, but you’re still as indiscreet as before. Today is the first day in the company, right, and now you start hitting on the president and giving him a hard time? You are really good, I think you also rely on such tactics to get into the company, right?”
The way she delivered the medicine to Neal Williams just now, she could see it all by herself.
Lowly! Shitty!
Andrea Jones’ breath stalled as Olivia Scott’s three words of ‘indiscretion’ instantly stepped on her sore foot and left her speechless.
She couldn’t stop thinking about the nightmare she had six years ago.
After that incident came out, all the people around her looked at her like this and snickered …
Looking at her white cheeks, Olivia Scott grunted, “Andrea Jones, I advise you, if you don’t have the strength, you’d better leave early!
Without waiting for Andrea Jones to answer, she got into a cab that had just stopped and took off.
…
The rain, suddenly fell.
Andrea Jones froze for a moment, the rain hitting her face, suddenly feeling a little cold. Embracing herself, she shivered and immediately turned her head and ran towards the subway.
The wind, blowing, was a bit seeping with cold.
Behind, there was a sudden roar of cars. She did not turn around, as if a ferocious beast was in pursuit, running more and more rapidly.
The cab behind, accelerating, scurried to her side at once, and she was frozen in place by the speed, and for a while could only stare with bulging eyes.
The car windows slowly lowered.
The slightly cool, handsome face poked out.
“Get in!”
The voice was low, with only two decisive and sharp words.
Why is he here? Shouldn’t he have left with his secretary by now?
Andrea Jones looked back, subconsciously took a step back and shook her head, “No, I’ll just take the subway.”
Regardless of the other party’s reaction, she turned her head and walked away. The rain fell and drenched her hair.
She hadn’t taken two steps when her elbow was suddenly tugged. She turned around and saw Neal Williams getting out of the car, staring at her intently, repeating two words in a low voice, “Get in!”
He was pulling himself with his right hand, so hard that it seemed to pull the wound to. The wet cuff of his shirt immediately stained with blood. Once drenched by this acid rain, it will only get worse.
Andrea Jones frowned lightly, looked at him, and got into the back seat of the cab after all.
He followed suit and drilled in.
The capacity of the cab was not empty, and once his upright body came in, it immediately seemed more and more crowded throughout the space, making it a little difficult for Andrea Jones to breathe.
Without saying a word, she just fished out a Kleenex from her bag to wipe the water from her face, trying not to think about what Olivia Scott had just said to herself.
It’s all in the past …
Everything, it’s over …
“Where to?” Neal Williams asked, giving her a look.
Wiping her damp hair, Andrea Jones looked back at him hesitantly and with some trepidation.
“Report the address. Even if I knew where you lived, I wouldn’t do anything to you.” A careless opening, he did not look up either, only leisurely uncuffing himself.
It seems to be stuck by the clothes, rolled up a little pain, his brow wrinkled, his face hard.
Andrea Jones whispered the address with the master before looking at him, “I’ll do it.”
Neal Williams glanced at her, and without refusing, offered his hand.
She slowly rolled her sleeve up and saw the already inflamed injury and couldn’t help but suck in a breath.
“How did it get like this?” The blisters are festering, so much worse than yesterday!
“I don’t know, I didn’t touch the water last night either.” He was all innocent.
“Did you accidentally touch the wound?”
He tilted his head and thought back very carefully, “Well, yes, it hit the corner of the table last night.”
Andrea Jones felt pain just hearing it, “Where’s the medicine you were just given?”
Neal Williams took the medicine out, and Andrea Jones pulled the swab out of her bag, and he looked at it funny, “Tinker Bell? Carrying this in your bag at all times?”
“Girls mostly carry this.” Andrea Jones laughed a little. As she said that, she carefully medicated him.
The cotton swab is also in case your eye makeup smudges in the morning, but I never thought it would come in handy now.
Neal Williams is not moving as he gazes at her, and there is a flicker of light in his eyes .
Her gentle little face, still sticky with water droplets, call people can not help but want to reach out to wipe off for her. The hand, out, to the air, but she suddenly looked up.
“Okay.” The bright eyes were clear, bringing his movements, to a screeching halt.
He looked at her in silence, his outstretched hand folded a bend, and took the ointment back more than naturally, his thin lips pursed, “Thank you.”
“No thanks, it’s my due. After all, the president’s hand is because of me.” The tone was polite and respectful. She did not look at him, only dropped her eyes to her knees in a disciplined manner.
A dark tide of obscurity surfaced in his deep eyes as Neal Williams snorted and asked in a low voice, “So, if this injury wasn’t because of you, you wouldn’t have helped me?”
Andrea Jones looked up in surprise, as if she hadn’t expected him to ask. When she met his dark, unsure gaze, she was confused and immediately lowered her head.