Chapter 139

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A moment later, the scent of sandalwood and fresh rain enveloped me, and my luggage felt lighter. I looked up and saw Evan’s face. He’d taken my luggage.

I was shocked. A CEO carrying a secretary’s luggage was absurd.

Evan, sensing my thoughts, said calmly, “I’ve told you I don’t enjoy abusing my employees.” He carried the luggage upstairs.

Me: Really? Carrying luggage is abuse? The CEO is surprisingly considerate of his female employees. It was strange, but I didn’t dwell on it.

Upstairs was a master bedroom, two guest rooms, and a study. The master bedroom was for Evan. I chose a guest room and unpacked, then went to the master bedroom to hang Evan’s clothes. I’d read Zach’s document detailing the CEO’s preferences, everything from food and drink to clothing. I felt like Zach was Evan’s wife–to–be. This was almost like a wife’s work.

I remembered doing that for my ex–husband, cooking his favorite food even when tired, stocking his favorite drinks, ironing his suits, carefully selecting ties... only for him to end up with a mistress. Love can make you into a modern–day Wang Baochuan (a woman who waited for her husband for eighteen years). Only those who haven’t experienced the pain of love or those who have already experienced it would criticize Wang Baochuan. Was this suffering unavoidable? You should have thrown it away when it was offered! Better to make a thousand mistakes than trust one person!

“Secretary Wen, do you have something against my clothes?” a cold voice said.

I realized I’d been daydreaming, and my hand had been too rough, wrinkling his shirt. When did he come in?“Sorry, I’ll iron it later,” I said, smoothing th “Thank you,” 1 accepted the compliment graciously As Xie Rui sess about to continue, a calling voice cut him off/Mr. Xie, you wem very relaxed Xie tul’s heart skipped a bet. He sensed the CEC displeasure T get to work,” he said hastily, leaving sts speed that rivaled a marathon runner 1 pun away my phone. Evan’s face was still grim: Yuan Xinjiang had clearly upset him, Xie Roi had just gotten caught in the crossfire CEO, 11 take my luggage upstairs,” I said, heading towards the stairs.

A moment later, the scent of sandalwood and fresh rain enveloped me, and my luggage felt lighter. I looked up and saw Evan’s face. He’d taken my luggage.

I was shocked. A CEO carrying a secretary’s luggage was absurd.

Evan, sensing my thoughts, said calmly, “I’ve told you I don’t enjoy abusing my employees.” He carried the luggage upstairs.

Me: Really? Carrying luggage is abuse? The CEO is surprisingly considerate of his female employees. It was strange, but I didn’t dwell on it.

Upstairs was a master bedroom, two guest rooms, and a study. The master bedroom was for Evan. I chose a guest room and unpacked, then went to the master bedroom to hang Evan’s clothes. I’d read Zach’s document detailing the CEO’s preferences, everything from food and drink to clothing. I felt like Zach was Evan’s wife–to–be. This was almost like a wife’s work.

I remembered doing that for my ex–husband, cooking his favorite food even when tired, stocking his favorite drinks, ironing his suits, carefully selecting ties... only for him to end up with a mistress. Love can make you into a modern–day Wang Baochuan (a woman who waited for her husband for eighteen years). Only those who haven’t experienced the pain of love or those who have already experienced it would criticize Wang Baochuan. Was this suffering unavoidable? You should have thrown it away when it was offered! Better to make a thousand mistakes than trust one person!

“Secretary Wen, do you have something against my clothes?” a cold voice said.

I realized I’d been daydreaming, and my hand had been too rough, wrinkling his shirt. When did he come in?“Sorry, I’ll iron it later,” I said, smoothing the wrinkles.

“Thinking about something unpleasant?” Evan took off his suit jacket and handed it to me casually.