After they entered the office, Wilfred asked the secretary to bring two cups of coffee and a cup of warm milk.
Madeleine sat on the sofa and admired without hesitation, âMr. Robinson, your company is really full of talents.â
Wilfred waved his hand and said cheerfully, âThey are just a bunch of gangsters who are illiterate but good at martial arts. Not like you, you are well-
educated and graduate from college. Otherwise, you wonât be the best-selling author. I admire the authors most in my life who can write novels with hundreds of thousands or even millions of words. I have no idea how their minds work! They can write a large swath of words.â
Madeleine didnât know whether to cry or to laugh and said, âMr. Robinson, after hearing what you have said, I suddenly feel that novelists are gods, not humans.â
âThey are indeed gods. Their brains are different from those of ordinary people. Ordinary people think about the daily necessities of life, but novelists always think about the plots that could make the novels even more wonderful.â
Madeleine waved her hand, âMr. Robinson, if you say so, then I have to rehabilitate those freelance writers. We write novels, but we also pay attention to reality. The materials of novels are derived from reality. Every time we finish a novel, we will take a break. We put on our backpacks and travel around to see the great rivers and mountains of the motherland. The crazy ones would even go deep into the mountains alone. There is nothing they canât do, but something you canât think of. Otherwise, people would not say that those who really love to write novels are actually lunatics in their lives. Their minds have surpassed reality, and ordinary people canât understand them, but I havenât reached that level yet. Thatâs why I can only be regarded as a novelist, but not as a writer.â
Ophelia laughed.
âMadeleine, your readers would be sad if they heard this. The best-selling author they pursue describes herself as an under-rated author. Are you indirectly belittling their vulgar ideas?â
Madeleine laughed.
The three of them joked and laughed for a while before Wilfred took out the contract, âOphelia, read it first. If there is no problem, you can sign.â
Ophelia read it carefully and so did Madeleine. Then she said, âDarling, there is no problem. You can sign.â
Ophelia signed and put a red-ink thumbprint. Then Wilfred took the contract, signed his name on it, and put a red-ink thumbprint before saying, âThis contract will be sent to the notary office. Either party does not have to pay a fine for violating the agreement, which better protects the agreement between the two parties.â
Ophelia nodded.
Madeleine gave him a thumbs up and said, âGood! Mr. Robinson, no wonder you could make your company stronger and expand effectively. You attach so much importance to distinguished guests. That would be strange if your company could not develop and grow.â
Wilfredâs dark face reddened, and he wanted to say something, but Opheliaâs phone rang untimely.
Ophelia took out the phone and found that the call was from Tassach. She smiled apologetically at Wilfred and said, âI have to take this phone. You talk to Madeleine first.â
Ophelia walked aside to answer the phone, âHello.â
Tassachâs weak voice came through the phone screen, âOphelia.â
Ophelia said, âTassach, are you awake?â
âI just woke up. I was too impulsive yesterday. Did I scare you?â Tassach said.
âYou freaked me out a little bit. You suddenly fainted in front of me, and you didnât come out of the operating room for so long. I was quite worried that something would happen to you because of me. This would make me very guilty,â Ophelia said truthfully.
She was really afraid of Tassachâs crazy side. If Tassach could have nearly half the courage he had now, maybe their ending today would be different.
Tassach seemed to be in a better mood, and his tone was lighter, âOphelia, are you worried about me?â
âWe are friends. Of course, I am worried about you. Iâm not a wood person, so I could not remain unmoved when I saw you fall in front of me.
Tassach, Iâm not that heartless. No matter in the past, in the present, or the future, and no matter what our relationship is, I donât want you to be hurt, or get hurt because of me. I admit that Iâm quite selfish. I donât want anyone to be hurt because of me.â
Ophelia said truthfully.
There was silence on the phone, and Ophelia seemed to hear Tassach sigh.
âOphelia, Iâm sorry,â Tassach said.
âI didnât blame you. I just hope you wonât be so impulsive in the future. The body is your own. Without health, no matter how much money you have, you wonât be blessed to enjoy it.â
âOkay.â
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The Vixen's Man ï¤15 There was silence again. Finally, Tassach said, âOphelia, can you come to the hospital to visit me? Donât imagine too much. I just want to take a look at you and make sure youâre safe and sound. Then I can feel better.â
Ophelia hesitated.
Tassach said, âOphelia, canât you?â
Ophelia sighed and said, âTassach, I still have something to do now, so I canât leave for a while. I will go to the hospital to visit you in the afternoon, okay?â
âOphelia, canât you come over now?â Tassach pretended to show weakness and asked.
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