Rebecca Quentin picked up the organized drafts and smiled as she said, "If I were really involved with such a big figure, why would I need to do such heavy work at the company now?"
"I also find it unlikely, but I must say, Becca, you have an innate grace that always makes feel there’s so distance between you and us..."
Rebecca Quentin shook her head with a smile, dramatically looked at Nicolette Hols, and clicked her tongue, "In terms of elegance, who in the company can compare to you, Miss Hols..."
Nicolette Hols responded shyly, "But I only attract so wild weeds..."
"Last ti you said you wanted to introduce you to Doctor Robinson; he’s free now. I think it’s a good ti to introduce you two..."
"Really..."
After placing the drafts back at her seat, Rebecca Quentin was called to the office by Manager Smith.
Manager Smith treated Rebecca Quentin with his usual enthusiasm.
"Sit, sit..."
Rebecca Quentin smiled and sat down opposite Manager Smith.
"Becca, your performance just now was fantastic. You’re simply amazing every ti I’m impressed!"
"Manager, you’re over-praising . Actually, there are still many things I don’t understand about design. I did well today because of the help from other colleagues."
Manager Smith nodded, "Indeed, becoming proficient at being a designer is not sothing you learn overnight, but you have a talent for it. I believe with more opportunities to hone your skills, you’ll soon be on the track."
"I’ll work hard."
"By the way, the reason I called you in is for a personal favor."
"Hmm?"
Manager Smith took a handbag from under his seat and handed it to Rebecca Quentin, "I know you’re neighbors with Chester Robinson. I have sothing to send him, could you help give it to him?"
Rebecca Quentin took the handbag, "Sure."
"Nowadays, it’s really rare to see young n and won maintain such pure friendship relationships..."
"Doctor Robinson and I count as having a doctor-patient relationship, and since he’s always around patients, I guess most of his friends are patients too. We’re just neighbors, so we’re relatively familiar."
"He’s in his thirties and yet he isn’t rushing about marriage..."
"With such good conditions himself, he must have high standards!"
"What about you?"
"Ah?"
"Last ti you ntioned your ex-husband, any progress?"
Rebecca Quentin lightly smiled and shook her head, "I don’t think there will be any progress between us."
Manager Smith looked quite surprised, "But last ti you said there was a misunderstanding between you two..."
Rebecca Quentin slowly lowered her eyelashes, calmly saying, "The misunderstanding is over but matters of the heart once past are past. Previously, I was too naive... I think I’ll never have those unrealistic thoughts again."
Manager Smith sighed, "Ah, matters of the heart are the most troubleso of all worldly affairs..."
Rebecca Quentin maintained her gentle smile and stood up, "Manager, if there’s nothing else, I’ll head out."
"Go on then!"
Back ho, Rebecca Quentin tiredly lay on the sofa.
Lately, the frequency of work has been too high, but fortunately, such fulfilling life is exactly what she wants.
After simply making herself dinner and filling her stomach, Rebecca Quentin was thinking of taking a shower and going to bed early when she suddenly rembered the things Manager Smith asked her to bring to Chester Robinson.
Taking up the handbag, Rebecca Quentin went to the next door.
Rebecca Quentin pressed the doorbell, but waited for a long ti without response; just as she was about to turn and leave, the door behind her swung open unexpectedly.
"Becca..."
Rebecca Quentin turned around and saw Chester Robinson with only a bath towel wrapped around his lower body, and his damp hair and body exuding a refreshing scent, indicating he had just finished bathing.
Seeing Chester Robinson like this for the first ti, Rebecca Quentin’s face flushed slightly, "Uh, sorry for disturbing you. Manager Smith ntioned there were things to bring to you." As she spoke, she handed the handbag to Chester Robinson.
"Things?"
"Yes."
Chester Robinson took it and glanced inside the handbag, his mouth curved suddenly, and he chuckled lightly.
Rebecca Quentin didn’t get curious about what was inside the handbag, lowered her eyes, and said, "Well... the things have been handed over to you. I’m leaving."
Rebecca Quentin turned to leave, but Chester Robinson had already reached out and pulled her back, "Co in and sit for a bit."
As he approached, the refreshing scent assaulted her senses, coupled with his chest being so close. Rebecca Quentin felt sowhat uncomfortable, hastily saying, "No, I have things to do tonight."
Chester Robinson seized Rebecca Quentin’s wrist as she tried to leave, speaking with a low emotion, "Your friend has been broken-hearted, I need your comfort tonight."
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