“Is that so? Alright.”
Summer didn’t suspect anything because she knew about Agnes’s relationship with Mr. Johnsons, so she felt reassured.
“Do I need to help you feed the cat?”
“Yes, please feed Bubu for me. I won’t be back this afternoon.”
“OK, don’t worry, I’ll take good care of it. Good night then?”
“Thank you, Summer. Good night.”
After hanging up the phone, Agnes took a deep breath and felt a bit more relaxed as she slowly put down her phone.
When she looked up at the man not far away, his thick and handsome eyebrows were slightly furrowed, indicating that his work was not easy.
Tom Fritz had just read two emails. The content from Bubu was very short, sharing daily life.
He knew that sharing daily life was a very intimate thing. Although the girl didn’t mention missing him, the implication was clear-she liked him a lot.
Sitting on the sofa, Agnes saw his brows furrow slightly again. Under the warm light, his mature and steady demeanor was truly charming.
“What’s wrong? Is work exhausting?” she couldn’t help but ask softly with concern.
The man snapped out of his thoughts and looked at her.
“No, I’m just reading emails.”
The girl nodded. Tom turned back to the screen.
“Do you want to chat? We can talk about anything; I’m not busy.”
Agnes was slightly stunned and involuntarily thought of her Mr. Little Cat.
Her heart was filled with conflict; she wanted so much to send him a message but didn’t have the right identity to do so.
“You know…”
She leaned back on the sofa chair and asked with a slightly sad smile, “Is the best love about not giving up or not disturbing?”
Tom seriously considered this question and thought for a moment before looking at her again.
“If the other person loves you, not giving up is the best love. If they don’t love you, then not disturbing them is the best love.”
Hearing this, Agnes lost the urge to send a message to Mr. Little Cat for now and felt much calmer.
“Yes, you’re right,” she agreed sincerely.
Tom held the mouse in his right hand and rubbed his neck with his left hand while looking back at the computer screen.
Agnes watched him and momentarily lost herself in thought.
What kind of person could her Mr. Little Cat be? What was he doing? Did he read every email she sent him?
What would he be thinking?
But Agnes quickly snapped out of it. Noticing his gesture of rubbing his neck, she seemed to understand something. After hesitating for a moment, she asked with concern, “Is your neck itchy?”
“A little.”
“I have some ointment here.”
She put down her computer and took out some anti-itch cream from her bag.
“It probably needs a second application.”
It had been effective because after the first application, he hadn’t felt itchy anymore.
After taking out the ointment, she got up and walked over to him.
“Let me apply it for you?”
Tom was taken aback and looked up at her.
Their eyes met; the atmosphere was somewhat ambiguous. But since she had already helped him apply it once before, there was no need to refuse this time.
So he nodded in agreement.
“Alright, thank you.”
Then he reached to unbutton the first button of his collar.
In those few seconds, Agnes inadvertently glanced at his computer screen.
A familiar account, a familiar email page, familiar email content-Mr. Little Cat, Bubu… Her face turned pale as she looked left and right-over 400 unread emails! Marked in red!
Agnes’s heart pounded fiercely at that moment! The atmosphere in the room felt utterly stagnant; her brain was severely deprived of oxygen! Her mind went completely blank!