After being discharged, both Trent and I were very busy.
The only chance we had to meet was during meals in the CEO's office.
This had become the most troublesome issue for me.
The company was already crowded and full of gossip.
Especially after the phone incident that day, my colleagues looked at me differently.
Any minor incident could become the next topic of gossip over tea and meals.
Once again, while everyone was out for lunch, I planned to sneak into the office to find Trent, only to bump into Aisha at the corner.
"Sanaa, where are you going?"
"The restroom," I fibbed.
Aisha glanced at the nearby CEO's office and gave a mysterious smile:
"Sana, go and charm him a bit, and ask Mr. Wiggins to cancel the overtime this week. He's a deity, tireless, while we mere mortals are exhausted. Also, throw in some flattering words for me while you're at it."
Fortunately, Aisha didn't know that the blind man from back then was Trent.
Otherwise, not only would she not ask me to flatter him, but she'd also probably drag me into resigning and returning home.
Aisha beckoned with her finger and leaned in to whisper, "Sanaa, with such a high-quality man like Mr. Wiggins, there are many women outside eyeing him. The opportunity is right in front of you. If you don't seize it, I'll look down on you."
"Oh, I forgot you haven't really interacted with the opposite sex other than the blind man since you were young. Once I'm not so busy, I'll be your strategist."
Me: "……"
I sent off Aisha, this living deity.
I swiftly slithered into Trent's office like an eel.
He was heating up food in the microwave.
His tall figure, dressed in an expensive suit and wearing a pig pattern apron, looked somewhat comical.
"Baby, is it illegal to reply to messages on your side?"
"Ah?" I opened WeChat, where the red notification of 99+ was filled with Trent's messages.
【Baby, the food is getting cold. Why aren't you here for dinner yet?】
[Transfer: $30000]
【Baby, did I upset you somehow? Talk to me, baby, don't ignore me. Is it because I didn't show you what you wanted to see at the hospital?】
【Dozens of different-angle abs photos.jpg】
【If you don't come over soon, I'll get angry. From now on, I won't send you another message.】
One minute later……
【Sis, are you having a blood sugar issue?】
【Sis, don't scare me.】
【Sis, you don't want me again, do you?】
The latest one was sent a minute ago.
If you only looked at the messages, it would seem like we were truly a couple deeply in love.
Since returning to the country, I've been unable to figure out what exactly Trent wants.
It was like the Sword of Damocles, hanging over my head, uncertain of when it would fall.
During dinner, I mustered the courage to take out my bank card and said, "Trent, this is our last meal. I've gathered the one million. Let's break up…"
My words were interrupted by the sound of colleagues outside, "Mr. Wiggins, we're here to hand over the joint materials."
I immediately felt like an ant on a hot pan, flustered and unsure. In the split second before Conner and the others came in, I hid under Trent's desk.
The colleagues filed in one after another. Conner, with his sharp eyes, noticed something was off first, "Mr. Wiggins, why are there two pairs of forks here?"
"Yeah, why?" Trent looked down, meeting my gaze with eyes that were frighteningly deep.
Fortunately, I didn't have to suffer for long.
Trent added casually, "One for picking vegetables, and one for picking meat."
I gave him a grateful look. The man curved his lips and reached out, gently stroking my hair.
His fingertips were slightly cool, sending a shiver through me as if an electric current had passed through my body.
