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Chapter 115
Chapter 115
Chapter 115
Chapter 115 Simply Disliking
It wasn’t until the car drove away that Melinda got into her car. Seated behind the wheels, she felt waves of sadness. She closed her eyes, trying to process those negative emotions.
On the other hand, in the grand vice president’s office of the Fox Group, Monica zoned out, thinking about the morning she saw Jennifer coming out of the living room at Emerald Harbor. It seems that she gets along well with those two children. At this thought, she felt anxious.
Melinda has children as bargaining chips, which will only secure her position as Mrs. For even more. What’s terrifying is that she shares a bed with Stanley every night, and emotions can develop through such closeness. Monica was apprehensive about her potential next step, deeply concerned about her happiness. In an act of frustration, she forcefully picked up a document from the desk and threw it.
Her emotions spiraled out of control, startling Lydia, who was sorting out documents nearby. “Miss Keller… What’s wrong?”
“L-Lydia.” Monica felt like crying. Although she struggled to hold back her tears, her voice was trembling. “If, in the end, the person by Mr. Fox’s side isn’t me, then all my efforts over the years. will truly be meaningless.” She suddenly felt so done with life.
Hearing that, Lydia sympathized with her. “Miss Keller, shouldn’t you communicate with Mr. Fox again? I have a feeling that there’s a miscommunication between you two. I don’t think he likes. Melinda.”
Yet, Monica still sighed.
“Melinda is just an uneducated woman from the countryside.” Lydia couldn’ frustrations. “What makes her worthy of Mr. Fox? Those designs are clearly hi commentator. Even a blind person can see that.” Speaking of this matter, she w
Only Monica knew that criticizing Melinda was useless, as was scolding her. Unless disappeared from this world, it was impossible to change the current situation.
“Do we have any booze?” Monica was feeling too distressed. “I want to drinovelxo.com fast updatenk.”
Lydia reluctantly poured her a glass of wine and advised, “Miss Keller, you work with Mr. Fox every day. The closer person has the upper hand, and you have known each other for a long tin so there is more understanding between the two of you.”
Without a word, Monica finished the glass of wine.
“Mr. Fox is back,” said Lydia.
At her words, Monica regained her composure. Suddenly, she had a lightbulb moment. “Go prepare some ingredients for making congee. I want to make him a bowl of congee myself.”
“Alright.”
Half an hour later, Stanley was reviewing documents in the president’s office, while Max was comparing data. It was calm and peaceful.
Suddenly, the sound of high heels grew closer.
Both of them looked up and saw Monica entering with a bowl emitting steam.
She walked straight to Stanley and said in a gentle voice, “This is a congee I made for you. Drink it while it’s hot.”
Realizing the situation, Max quickly got up and picked up a random document to leave the office.
“I don’t need it.” Stanley glanced at her and spoke coldly. Take it back.”
“I made it myself, especially for you.” She smiled, showing patience. “Why not give it a try? You might like it. If I can capture his taste buds, I will be one step closer to success.
Just then, he paused his work, reiterating seriously, “I’ll say it again. I don’t need it. Take it back.”
After his words, she was extremely awkward, unable to find the right words. Her heart felt a sharp pang, as if pricked by a needle. “Then maybe you should take a few days off and rest at home? You have me and Max here. We can communicate with you about important decisions through video calls or emails.””
“I’m fine. I don’t need rest.”
Following his reply was a silence that made the entire office so stifling that it was difficult to breathe.
After that, he ignored her and held the mouse with one hand, lifting the teacup with the other. His gaze was fixed on the sets of data on the computer screen.
Since she was left hanging, she felt even more uncomfortable, so she reluctantly turned around and left with the bowl of congee. Once again, she was met with a cold shoulder, leaving her feeling a chill in her heart.