After some digging, it was clear that Nolan had been a paragon of virtue for all these years; he hadnât so much as glanced at another woman.
Dahlia was confident that she had been the queen of his heart throughout all that time.
But whenever Dahlia tried to take their relationship to the next level, Nolan would push her away with an indifferent, almost cruel attitude.
She knew he was trying to punish her, but hadnât enough time passed already?
Another argument ended in exhaustion, and Dahlia, feeling defeated, took a step back and conceded, âAlright, alright, letâs just drop it. I know I messed up. I just wanted to cheer you up today, but it turned out to be a big misunderstanding.
Letâs not talk about it anymore. Iâm heading home. Thereâs a charity event this Sunday. Iâll save your usual spot.â
Nolan remained silent until Dahlia was about to leave. Then he asked, âThat number you left for me last time, was it really seat 008?â
âWhat?â Dahlia spun around, half expecting Nolan had found out about the mix-up with the staff. She forced a smile. âWhy would there be a mistake? I never mess up these little details.â
Nolan frowned as he said, âDid your staff get it wrong but didnât tell you? Regina doesnât strike me as someone who would lie about the trivial things.â
my integrity over a Dahliaâs expression darkened as she asked, âAre you questioning my integrity woman youâve barely known for a few days? How many times have I reserved a seat fo you without issue? Just because she bought a scalped ticket and ended up next to you you doubt me? Nolan, in all the years youâve known me, when have you half-hearted about dance?â
Cornered, Nolan could only nod dismissively.â get it. Now go on home.â
He couldnât explain it, but he felt an unaccountable trust in Regina. Perhaps it had something to do with her profession.
Seeing his disinterest in continuing the conversation, Dahlia sighed and left.
When she arrived at Nolanâs office the next day, she put on her brightest smile. âLucy, youâve been working so hard. Here are some pastries I picked up for you.â
âItâs no trouble at all. Itâs my job, but thank you, Dahlia.â
But beyond polite thanks, Lucy offered no further reaction; she knew Dahlia was circling back to Nolanâs personal life yet again. As Nolanâs secretary, she knew whose salary she was earning and what she should and shouldnât disclose.
âWhat does Nolan usually do after work?â asked Dahlia.
âIâm not privy to Mr. Harrisâ personal schedule after hours.â
Dahlia pressed her, teeth nearly clenched, âCanât you smell if thereâs another womanâs perfume on him?â
âIâm sorry, Dahlia, but I donât get that close to Mr. Harris. If you really want to know, perhaps you should try getting closer to Mr. Harris yourself. You might find out faster than by asking me.â
Despite her impatience, Lucy maintained a professional smile.
She was accustomed to the push and pull between these two, but she wondered what Nolanâs real intentions were. Could this woman truly end up as the CEOâs wife? The thought was almost laughable;
such a neurotic woman was hardly a suitable match.
After several more minutes of fruitless questioning, Dahlia flipped her hair and strutted out of the CEOâs office.
Lucy exhaled in relief. Being an executive secretary was no easy job, but at least her paycheck was worth the trouble.