“Manager, I can’t lose this job,” the receptionist pleaded. She would receive a substantial bonus in a month because her employment reached a year. Losing the job because of a mean woman was a significant loss.
Patricia glanced at her. “Blame yourself for offending someone you shouldn’t have.”
“Miss Taylor,!” The receptionist paused, then turned to Evelyn, although unwillingly. “Miss Taylor, it was my mistake. Please forgive me.”
Her attitude wasn’t sincerely apologetic, and she even gave Evelyn a resentful look.
Evelyn, not a saint, “Good eloquence, but it’s not something to show off about.” She smiled and, with a show of generosity, said to Patricia, “There are two days left in this month. Manager Stewart, why don’t you show some compassion and pay her a full month’s salary?”
The remark wasn’t very hurtful, but it was highly insulting.
At Patricia’s nod, the receptionist’s face drained
Evelyn left with Patricia.
The receptionist unwillingly sought help from Lucas.
She knew Lucas’s background. As long as he spoke up for her, Patricia would surely retract his decision. Moreover, her appearance wasn’t much worse than the woman before.
“Lucas, you-” She tossed a flirtatious look.
“Disgusting.” Lucas changed his expression. “I’ve never been interested in unpleasant things. By the way, let me tell you a secret. Of all the people in the company, you are the least eye-catching.”
Without paying attention to the receptionist’s expression, Lucas cheerfully followed Evelyn.
…
Evelyn chose the design department, and she spent the whole day sitting at her desk, relaxed and comfortable. If it weren’t for the annoying Lucas bothering her, the day would have been quite pleasant.
As the end of the workday approached, Evelyn took the opportunity to slip away while Lucas was absent.
But just as she reached the door, she heard the extremely anoying words “little beauty” behind her…
Evelyn’s steps halted, and her phone rang from her bag.
It was Henry.
“Hello? Are you done with work? I’ve finished too. I’ve been sitting all day, so tired.”
The man’s deep voice sounded, “Hmm, I’m at your company’s entrance to pick you up. Come out.”
Wow, Henry came to pick her up after work.
Evelyn, on the verge of excitement, saw Lucas coming, quickly heading her way.
…
At the company entrance, the modified Maybach had its doors open.
Henry might have forgotten which company he assigned Lucas to.
These two couldn’t meet yet.
Evelyn ran out of the company and, just as Henry was about to out of the car, she pushed him back in, swiftly entered the car, closed the door, and didn’t give anyone a chance to react.
“David, drive.”
David, having experienced the Lucas incident in the morning, tacitly understood and immediately started the engine to leave.
When Lucas chased after them, all he saw was the Maybach’s disappearing taillights.
He felt a bit familiar but didn’t pay much attention.
As the car turned the corner, both David and Evelyn breathed a sigh of relief, only to belatedly discover the strange and chilly atmosphere inside the car.
…
“Eh.” Evelyn grabbed Henry’s hand and shook it. “The women in this company are so infatuated. You’re so handsome, what if they see you? ”
The man leaned back against the seat, his gaze deep with dissatisfaction. He pursed his lips and, after a while, uttered one word.
“Lying.”
“No.” Evelyn raised three fingers. “I swear everything I said just now was true.”
“Although I was a bit rude, it was just because I care about my husband, right?”
Evelyn quickly snuggled into Henry’s arms. Finally, before returning home, she managed to soothe him.
Evelyn initially planned to seize the opportunity to compensate Henry with a well-cooked meal, but the old mansion called.
It was Ava calling.
Sitting far away, Evelyn couldn’t hear what the two were talking about, but he only heard Henry’s “Alright” at the end, indicating his agreement.
…
The old mansion had a monthly family dinner.
When Henry returned, dinner was already served, and everyone was present, waiting for him.
Old Mr. Wilson saw him in a wheelchair and snorted, “Finally decided to come back.”
Old Mrs. Wilson pushed him. “You were eager for him to return, and now that he’s back…”
“Henry, Grandma made some fresh pastries in the kitchen. Try them.” She handed a plate of exquisite emerald green pastries to Henry.
Old Mr. Wilson was dissatisfied. “Leave that woman sooner.”
“I know.” Henry responded gloomily.