Chapter 180:
After more than six months of hard work, I not only passed my probation but also gained the respect of my colleagues. The work was going smoothly, and with a good salary, I rented an apartment near the company to save time on the commute. I didn’t give up on my original dream and spent all my spare time studying for the CPA exam.
Although the company and the Wharton building were very close, I hadn’t run into anyone I didn’t want to see. There were two times when I caught a glimpse of the black Bentley. Each time, it quickly drove away, but my heart would still race. Occasionally, as I passed by, I would glance at the familiar building, but as soon as I did, I would hurriedly look away. I knew I should have forgotten the past, but all I could do was lock it away in my heart. Forgetting it would probably take some time, but I had finally stood up again. That was what mattered most.
That morning, I was reviewing last month’s account charts when my cell phone suddenly rang. As soon as I answered, Klein’s voice came through the line.
“Bella, there’s an important guest in my office. Go receive him with a cup of iced Americano. I’m stuck in traffic and it’ll probably take me another twenty minutes to get back.”
“Alright.”
I hung up the phone and immediately followed Klein’s instructions to prepare the iced Americano.
Typically, entertaining guests was Zoe’s responsibility, as she was Klein’s administrative secretary. She usually took care of his materials and was quite busy. Since I, as a financial manager, was most busy at the end of the month and the beginning of the month, Klein often asked me to handle some of the guests’ affairs. After all, I was an employee who earned a salary, and I would do whatever the boss asked of me.
Five minutes later, I entered Klein’s office holding the iced Americano.
“Hello, sir. Mr. Wharton just called and said it would take him more than ten minutes to arrive, so he asked me to prepare an iced Americano for you…”
Before I could finish my sentence, the man with his back facing me suddenly turned around. When I saw the familiar face, my smile froze, and the rest of my words were stuck in my throat.
It was him. Herbert!
Why was he here?
I felt very flustered in my heart. After a few seconds of nervousness, I told myself to calm down. I must calm down!
I had imagined countless scenarios in which I might run into him, but none of them matched this situation. The stubbornness within me surged up, urging me to act as if nothing had changed. I couldn’t let him look down on me. The next moment, I put on a standard smile and said, “Mr. Wharton, long time no see!”
“It’s been a long time. Over half a year, hasn’t it?”
Herbert seemed to be in a bad mood, and I didn’t want to engage in further conversation with him. I smiled and gestured to the coffee on the table.
“Please, have some coffee. Klein will be here soon!”
I was about to leave the office, but he took two steps forward and appeared right in front of me. His approach made my heart skip a beat, and I instinctively took a step back. Perhaps because I was too flustered, my high heels became unstable, and I suddenly lost my balance. I couldn’t help but let out a low cry!
Just as I was about to fall, a strong arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me into a wide embrace.
