Despite Gideonâs strong refusal, Lena still fetched iodine to disinfect his wound.
The dim light illuminated Lenaâs profile as she carefully and earnestly cleaned Gideonâs wound. Gideon suddenly felt warm.
Once again, he realized clearly that the woman before him would be his future wife, the mother of his child, and a lifelong partner.
âWhat are you looking at?â After finishing the wound care, Lena lifted her head and saw Gideon gazing at her with an incredibly tender look.
Gideon smiled with indulgence towards her, âAlthough the timing is not right and the occasion is not grand enough, I still want to say it out loud. If one day you decide to get married, could you consider me first?â
Lenaâs movements paused for a moment as she lowered her eyes.
Just as Gideon thought she would reject him, Lena spoke softly. âOkay.â
Gideon slightly widened his eyes. Clearly, he didnât expect Lena to agree.
Lena gave him a reproachful look. âWhat? Do you have to hear me reject you?â
Unable to contain himself, Gideon burst into laughter. He stepped forward, tightly embracing Lena.
âDoes this mean youâre slowly accepting me?â
He had prepared himself for a long process of letting her accept him gradually, but unexpectedly, he was not the only one who was putting in an effort. Lena was also trying to accept him.
Embraced in his warm arms, Lena couldnât help but smile.
In the reflection of the lamplight, their intertwined shadows seemed inseparable.
After two days of rest at home, Lena returned to the company.
She was now the design director of a well-known design firm. Declining an invitation from Charlotte, she insisted on joining this company to see what she could achieve without the influence of her relationship with Rumba and Charlotte.
Fortunately, not only did the companyâs chairman appreciate her, but other senior executives also regarded her highly, quickly promoting her to the position of design director.
Given Lenaâs qualifications, such a promotion wasnât extraordinary.
Unfortunately, in a world where envy was rampant, many people believed they were the best.
Lena never argued with them, only proving herself through her abilities.
The commotion caused by her fainting at the company that day was significant, and it wasnât long before news about her pregnancy spread.
Ignoring the strange looks from others, Lena calmly walked through the crowd and into her office.
Her assistant, Debra Hayes, quickly followed.
As soon as she saw Lena, Debra said anxiously, âMs. Jenkins, I really didnât knowâ¦â
Lena glanced at her, and Debra stopped her words.
âHow many years have you been my assistant?â
Lenaâs tone was remarkably indifferent, as if she were already aware of all the ins and outs behind the situation. Debra instinctively clenched her fists.
âIt has been three years,â Debra answered with her head bowed.
Lenaâs fingers slid lightly on the wooden desk. It was her usual gesture when deep in thought.
âI remember last year, when your mother was sick, I specifically gave you a month off. At that time, you cried and said you would do your best to repay me.â Lenaâs gaze rested lightly on Debra, but it felt like a sharp knife, making her whole body ache.