Chapter 198
The living room door was still open, and a cool breeze drifted in, swirling around George as he stood in the doorway. He froze for a second, his gaze fixed on the beautiful girl, before managing a gentle smile. “Oh. Okay.”
With the words out, Marguerite felt a wave of relief. Now he definitely wouldn’t kick her out. “Well, I’m going to bed. By the way, I don’t know if Louis is still awake, but could you let him know he doesn’t need to make breakfast for me tomorrow?”
The tall, slender man seemed to slump slightly. He adjusted his glasses, his voice betraying no emotion. “Alright.”
Marguerite smiled and turned, her footsteps light as she bounded up the stairs.
He watched her graceful figure disappear from view. The strength seemed to drain from his body, and he collapsed onto the green sofa. He took off his glasses, and the deep sorrow in his eyes was laid bare.
He hadn’t hidden it well enough, had he? His affection had become a burden to her. That’s why she had to make it clear, to tell him not to have any hope.
She didn’t like him.
She didn’t like Joshua, and she didn’t like him.
He had always known she didn’t feel that way about him, but to hear her say it out loud… his heart ached, squeezed tight by an invisible hand.
She had refused his breakfast, refused his kindness. Rejection was swift and clean. That was Stella. That was the Stella he loved.
His eyes were dim as he set his
glasses on the sofa. Even the golden bamboo-tink bracelet on his right wrist seemed to have lost its luster. He leaned forward and pulled. small carrier out from under the coffee table. Inside, a tiny pure-white kitten was sleeping. It was a purebred Devon Rex with curly fur and enchanting green eyes. He and Kim had picked it out that afternoon, He hadn’t chosen a black one; Coco was Coco, and he didn’t want a replacement. This was a new cat, a new cat for them to raise together.
He had planned to surprise her with it tonight, but her friend had come over. They hadn’t even spent any time in the living room, so he hadn’t had the chance. It was for the best. her, she might
Theven if to
have rejected it. The kitten was
innocent. The kitten desérved
Stella’s love. It shouldn’t lose that
love because of him.
The kitten was only a few months old and slept most of the time. The movement of
the carrier woke it up. It opened its green eyes, looked around, and then
affectionately tried to lick its new owner’s fingers.
George pulled his hand away. He sat up straight and picked up his phone, messaging his assistant, Kim.
[I’ll be joining the trip to Veridia tomorrow.]
He would give her space. Let her be free. That was all that mattered.
Kim, a night owl, was in the middle of a game when the message popped up on his screen. He fumbled, and his character was instantly killed. He didn’t even care who had done it. He immediately opened the message.
[Mr. Spencer, has your hand healed?]
The reply came quickly: [It has.]
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Kim frowned Business trips were common for their investment firm. But recently, Mr. Spencer had been a terror on these trips, his eye for detail and ruthless negotiating tactics earning him the nickname “the handsome devil.” Companies both feared and courted him, an investment from S.S. Capital was a guaranteed ticket to success.
Lately, however, George had delegated most of these trips. He hadn’t left the city in
over a month, not even for a one-day trip to the next town over. This trip to Veridia was supposed to be handled by a team of senior executives.