Chapter 2
I clenched my phone, trembling with anger.
Every time Marcel worked overtime, he would ask me to bring him food. Until three months ago,
when he suddenly told me that from now on, the meals I bring should be double the amount as
before.
“I was already hungry in the evening, and one portion was not enough to eat.‘
It was three months ago, which happened to be the time when Nyla started working.
After that, sweet dishes suddenly appeared in Marcel’s recipe book.
At that time, I curiously asked him, and he just furrowed his brows and said, “Aren’t you fond of sweet things? I was afraid that you were only thinking about myself and not eating.”
At that time, I was full of joy, thinking that I had finally warmed up Marcel, this stone. The iron tree blossomed. But now it seems that there is someone else who made him bloom.
Although I didn’t want to go, the art exhibition still had Marcel’s investment, and some documents
still needed his signature.
When I arrived at Marcel’s office door, I was already soaked from the heavy rain.
I pushed the door open in a disheveled state, and happened to meet Nyla’s gaze, who was being held
in Marcel’s arms.
“Ah!” Nyla exclaimed, quickly standing up. “You’re here.”
Marcel rubbed Nyla’s hastily bumped hand back, dissatisfied. “What’s the rush? Look, your hand is
all red.”
“I was just worried that you might misunderstand me,” Nyla playfully stuck out her tongue.
Marcel scoffed lightly and said, “She’s also worthy?” As he lifted his eyelids, he coolly glanced at me and said, “What, do I still need to invite her?”
“Alexa, you were twenty minutes late today and you made a mess in my office with dirty water. Shouldn’t you give me an explanation?”
My body, drenched by the rain, shivered from the cold, causing my lips to turn blue. I could hardly speak, remaining silent as I placed the thermal bag on the table.
“It rained, causing heavy traffic during the evening rush hour.”
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Marcel frowned and softened his tone, “Why didn’t you take a taxi?”
Marcel never picked me up, he said, “Alexa, you’re all grown up now, why do you still want to be picked up and dropped off like a child?”
On Nyla’s first day of work, Marcel personally paid for a car for her because she didn’t know how to drive, and also arranged a dedicated driver for her.
As I looked at Nyla, dressed in her glamorous attire, and at myself, drenched and looking like a
drowned rat, I suddenly had the urge to run away.
I hurriedly took out the documents and placed them on the table. “Marcel, these are the relevant documents for the art exhibition. I need you to sign them.”
After Marcel signed the document, I reached out to take it, but Marcel held onto it. He frowned at me for a moment before speaking, “There are clean clothes in the lounge.”
I paused, the wet clothes were indeed uncomfortable, there was no need to struggle with my own body. I nodded and pushed open the wardrobe door, but in the next second, I stood frozen in place.
The wardrobe was filled with unsightly clothes, all of which were Nyla’s size without exception.
I couldn’t suppress the trembling, not knowing whether it was anger or disgust that overwhelmed me. I rushed into the bathroom and hugged the toilet, vomiting.
After vomiting, I took an alcohol wet wipe and wiped my hands. For the first time, I was so grateful that Marcel had a cleanliness obsession.
After I had relaxed, I was ready to leave the lounge, but I unintentionally noticed used condoms in the trash can and an indescribable smell lingering in the bathroom.
I couldn’t bear it anymore, so I held back my nausea and walked out of the lounge.
Marcel was puzzled when he saw that I didn’t change my clothes. He asked, “Why aren’t you changing?”
I remained silent and gritted my teeth, forcing out a few words, “It wasn’t suitable.”
Marcel suddenly stood up in a panic and looked at me, realizing what clothes were in the wardrobe.
“Alexa, it wasn’t like that, let me explain…”
“Oh no!” Nyla suddenly exclaimed, as the sweet strawberry juice spilled from the table, splashing
both of them.
“Mr. Doyle,” Nyla said tearfully, “I didn’t mean to, please don’t blame me…”
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“What nonsense are you talking? How could I blame you!” Marcel hurriedly took off his suit and used it to wipe Nyla, disregarding the fact that he himself was soaked with the sweet water he
despised.
I didn’t want to see the drama of our bickering anymore, so I took the documents and left the office straight away.
Just before closing the door, Nyla gave me a triumphant smile, challenging me.
I took out my phone and dialed a number. “Teacher, I have made up my mind to go abroad, please help me book a flight for three days later.”
