At that mont, the landline on the office desk rang. Picking up the phone, the voice of Wesley Foley ca through, still gentle, "Did you see the cold dicine I left on the desk? I had my secretary buy it. Make sure to take it on ti, I don’t want to catch your cold..."
The words were a light joke, but they ward Titus Zane’s heart, his lips curving into a smile, a sincere "Thank you" escaping from deep within.
Wesley went ho to visit his mother this weekend. She lives in the suburbs, a bit further from Banyan City, because the old lady’s health isn’t great and she prefers the unpolluted air of the suburbs.
Wesley originally planned to bring Titus along, but considering she wasn’t feeling well, he didn’t want her to endure the tireso journey, so he went alone. However, over the phone, Wesley joked, "Next ti, as long as she can still stand, she must accompany him back!"
Though it was just a joke, Titus beca nervous.
As the CEO’s assistant, it was reasonable for her to accompany the CEO to et his family, yet, from Wesley’s playful words, Titus discerned a hint of being taken to et his parents.
So, when Wesley called again to check if she had taken her dicine on ti, she felt a bit apprehensive.
Fortunately, Wesley’s inquiry was brief and not nagging.
After hanging up, Titus rested her face on her hands, sighed, and beca lost in the scenes on the TV...
In the evening, she prepared a simple dinner, a dish of pasta and a glass of red wine.
Perhaps due to indecision, stress, and recent sleep issues, her nights had beco restless.
After dinner, she cleaned the plates and then the kitchen counter; it had been a long ti since she’d done housework.
Titus suddenly missed the past, the ti she spent overseas with Logan Ray.
It was not that she intentionally dwelled on that bygone relationship but truly missed that period.
Every day upon waking, her tasks were simple: painting, interacting with colleagues, traveling between different art galleries, and then busying herself with her exhibitions... A simple, busy life, yet very fulfilling.
At least, she used to sleep soundly every night, unlike now, needing wine to help her sleep.
After busying herself, just seated on the sofa, Flower Sister called to inquire about the recent developnts. Although her tone was gentle, her words conveyed the impatience of the buyer...
Titus used the excuse that Wesley was very careful to brush off Flower Sister, and in a month’s ti, she hadn’t completed the task, marking the lowest efficiency in her work ever.
Flower Sister gave a few more instructions then hung up the phone.
Sitting on the sofa, Titus was lost in thought for a long while, wrestling with whether or not to complete this task.
Feeling restless, Titus stood up, went back to her bedroom, picked up a jacket to wear over her clothes, grabbed her compact backpack, and walked out of the apartnt in her high heels.
Bars, always suitable for the night owl lifestyle.
In just one month, accompanying Wesley for social work and visiting various places, Titus was no stranger to this street bustling with nightclubs.
Casually choosing one, Titus walked in, bypassed the noisy dance floor, and headed straight towards the bar.
She grabbed a high stool and sat down, her slender fingers pointing at one of the bottles in the bar, "I’ll have a bottle of that."
The server inside, who was wiping a goblet, looked up at her upon hearing her request, and placed the bottle of red wine in front of her, "Sorry, miss, our rule here is to pay first."
It wasn’t really about paying first, it was clearly because they were worried Titus couldn’t afford the drink.
"Alright," Titus lowered her eyes, opened the clasp of her bag, "How much?"
Just as she took out her wallet and pulled out a card, before even handing it over to the server, a shadow flickered beside her, followed quickly by a male voice.
"This bottle is on !"
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