âOf course not. Should we give it a deadline?â Christopher asked as he cupped my face.
Should there be a deadline for these kinds of stuff? âHow long should it be?â I asked with a frown.
âForever?â
My face flushed red and I quickly hopped off the car. His sweet words were like an arrow that had hit my heart and I couldnât calm down. Forever? It seemed so wonderful and I was looking forward to it.
Even though I knew that he was the mighty prince Christopher, I wanted to bet my everything and be a part of his world.
I finally arrived at the company and managed to handle all my paperwork quite swiftly. However, Lyle called while I was in the middle of my work. I felt that there wasnât anything between us to talk about anymore.
I went somewhere quiet before picking up the call. âIf youâre still insisting that I hold a press conference for Crystal, I suggest that you should just shut up. Grandma meant for us to wait for her seventieth birthday, but it seems to me that itâs best if we donât meet during these six months. Enjoy Crystalâs company during this time. Goodbye.â
He fumed when he was met with a rebuff. âYouâve said it yourself, Yvonne. Donât regret it. Just treat it as though my conscience has been eaten by a dog, then.â
âConscience? Youâre talking to me about your conscience? I think you should save it.â With that, I hung up but I still felt as though my entire body was boiling. I shouldnât have picked up the call. All it did was make me unhappy.
Fortunately, he didnât know that I was working nor did he know where I was. Otherwise, I wouldnât even have a peaceful place to go to anymore. I had decided that I wouldnât tell anyone that I was working, except for Christopher and Sabrina.
I suddenly thought of something when I entered the pantry to get myself a cup of tea. I didnât recall telling Christopher where I worked. It wasnât because I was trying to hide from him, I just forgot. I wondered how he managed to find my workplace and was so accurate with the location.
I went back to work and took care of my report. After that, I went to the copy room and heard a few people talking. I didnât pay attention to them at first but noticed that something was wrong after a moment. They were talking about the newcomer.
I was sure that I was the only newcomer recently.
âI was curious why Yvonne managed to get such a good contract when she just started here. It turned out that sheâs Mr. Smithâs wife. She may look innocent but sheâs the wife of a wealthy CEO. You really canât judge a book by its cover.â
âSo what? Sheâs still a mistress. They were in love with each other for ten years yet she deliberately broke them up. How shameless of her.â
âBreaking them up was nothing. The most shameless thing she did was that she acted pitiful before the media. She made it look like the artist was the actual mistress. I heard the artist even tried to kill herself. Now even Yvonneâs father couldnât bear to watch anymore and he clarified for his niece.â
âWhat a tragedy. We shouldnât talk to people like her from now on.â
I stood at the entrance as I listened to them talk, a foreboding thought emerging in my mind. Clarification? My father?
Right then, the pantry door was pulled open and the people inside saw me. âYvonne?â the woman yelped out of shock.
Everyone looked in our direction. They started to scrutinize me with contemptuous eyes as they murmured among themselves. None of them were even trying to hide what they were doing. I stood rooted to the spot awkwardly; I didnât even know what had happened.
âWhat are all of you doing? Donât you have work to do? Does the company pay you to chit-chat at work?â Mr. Gordon scolded as he walked over and everyone left instantly.
He shook his head as he said, âYouâve finished up all the work you have on hand, right?â
I nodded blankly before he added, âIâll allow you to head home early today to sort out everything you have to. Donât take it to heart. Thereâs nothing in life that you canât make it through. Take a look at the news and see if you can come up with a solution.â