Chapter 22:
I hurriedly got out of the car and rushed into the office, trying to ignore the man behind me.
As soon as I entered the office, my colleagues gathered around to congratulate me.
“Congratulations, Bella! Our company successfully won the bid. You did a great job!”
I smiled politely.
“It was the leadership’s training and the help of my colleagues.”
Joey came up to me and patted me on the shoulder.
“Bella, thanks to you, I would’ve been fired without your help.”
“Don’t say that. You’ve been with the company longer than I have, and you’ve helped me a lot,” I said with a smile.
Just then, the manager walked over and said, “Bella, Mr. Wharton wants you to go to his office.”
I couldn’t help but frown.
“Why do I have to go to the boss’s office now?”
Bella’s POV:
I went back to my office, and Joey came up to me, asking, “What did the boss ask you to do?”
I touched the underwear in my pocket, trying not to tell the truth because it was too embarrassing.
“Oh, nothing. Just something about the budget,” I replied, not very convincingly.
I wasn’t good at lying, and my cheeks became hot again. Joey tilted her head and said, “Oh, dear, why do I feel like the boss is very special to you?”
I quickly responded, “He hates me and wants to drive me out of the company, but I won’t leave so easily. Just work hard. I’m going on vacation soon!”
With that, I grabbed my bag and left. I couldn’t let Joey keep asking. I didn’t want any misunderstandings, especially not about the underwear. After walking out of the building, I took the underwear out of my pocket and stared at it. The pink, sexy underwear made me even more annoyed, so I threw it into the nearest trash can.
I was so tired when I got home that I collapsed onto the bed. When I woke up, it was already the next day. I stretched, turned over, and sank back into the pillow. I hadn’t had a proper rest in a long time, and I missed it so much.
My hand accidentally brushed the phone, and I picked it up to see that there were thirty-eight missed calls.
I opened it and saw that all the calls were from Hank. I frowned. Could he have something urgent to discuss with me? I quickly called him back.
“Bella, where are you? Are you okay? I’ve called you all day and night. Why didn’t you answer?” Hank asked, his voice filled with concern as soon as the phone connected.
“I… I was too sleepy at home. I slept for a whole day and night, so my phone was muted,” I explained.
I heard Hank let out a relieved sigh.
“I’m glad you’re fine. I was really worried something happened to you.”
His words touched me. There were only two people who cared so much about me.
“It seems like your work has come to an end. Would I have the honor of inviting you to dinner tonight?” Hank asked.
He had invited me several times before, but I hadn’t agreed. This time, I felt a little embarrassed to refuse, so I said, “Of course I can’t refuse Professor Hank’s invitation.”
