Chapter 3
In a burst of nervousness, I slapped the table, startling the person across from me.
Benedict’s expression was a bit dazed, and the way he looked so confused somehow made him seem… kind of cute.
It was only at this moment that I realized the person I saw online and the person sitting in front of me were the same.
I cleared my throat awkwardly. “Sorry, Mr. Thompson. I, uh, suddenly have a stomach ache. I need to go to the bathroom. You go
ahead and take a look at the proposal.” With that, I snatched the phone from the table and hurried to the bathroom.
Benedict blinked, still a bit dazed. “Uh, sure.”
I quickly used my phone to log out of Facebook on all devices before letting out a quiet sigh of relief.
The thing was, Benedict had a habit of texting me about everything. If I didn’t log out, the notification in the corner of the screen
would flash, and even if I didn’t open it, it was so easy to accidentally hover the cursor over it and get caught.
I replied to his messages one by one, and after some time, I finally returned.
By the time I got back, Benedict had almost finished reading through the document, and he waved me over to revise the plan.
After explaining what needed to be changed, he went to his office. “I’ll grab something. Be back in a minute.”
Gosh. He was still coming back?
I couldn’t help but feel a bit defeated inside but buried myself in my work.
Benedict was indeed a workaholic. With his “guidance“, it was almost midnight by the time we finished revising the plan.
“It’s almost done. Let’s go with this,” Benedict said, nodding.
I let out a breath of relief. “Great. That’s good.”
But inside, I couldn’t help feeling a little resentful.
Just then, Benedict suddenly asked, “You live in the staff dorm, right? I can give you a ride back.”
“Huh?” I froze for a moment, quickly waving my hand. “No, no need. I can walk back. It’s pretty close.”
“You’re a girl, and it’s late. It’s not safe to walk alone,” Benedict insisted.
Unable to refuse, I reluctantly agreed.
Meanwhile, I received a message. [Taking a female colleague home after working overtime. I won’t let her sit in the front seat.]
I responded, [Ok.]
We both sat in the car, and for a while, neither of us spoke. I felt a little awkward, but since I couldn’t play on my phone in the car,
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I ended up just staring out the window like a fool.
“Oh, by the way, what kind of gift would girls like their boyfriends to give them?” he suddenly asked.
I froze. Oh, right. My birthday was coming up.
I awkwardly replied, “Um… well, what really matters is the thought behind the gift, not the gift itself.”
