Dorothy propped herself up, asking, "I'm moving in here?"
"Got a problem?"
Hell yeah, she had a problem.
Moving in would mean they were practically living together, right? Then every time she got off work, they'd be in each other's faces.
Facing this moody iceberg all day long would probably take ten years off her life.
And what about his true love? She would find out sooner or later, right?
If they got back together after she had given up her apartment, what was she supposed to do then? Stick around and watch them be all lovey-dovey?
"Mr. Lopez, I think it's better if I don't live here. It's not convenient. Don't worry; during the contract period, I'll be right here any time you need me."
"Dorothy, are you really playing the role of the victim here?" Everett frowned. His tone gave her no room for refusal; his command was succinct and clear. "I said move in."
"Okay, Mr. Lopez."
How spineless was she?
...
After breakfast, Everett left.
pack up
Mr. Percy said you got permission from the head office. Way to go,
training, so I need to prepare in
you spent the night with
was taken aback. She couldn’t help but cough as she
but she didn't suspect anything. "By the way, do you remember that woman I told you about? The one Mr. Lopez
"Uh..."
walking into the company with Mr. Lopez. They looked pretty cozy.
animated. It was like she was painting a picture. "Anyway, the key point is that I took a closer look at Heather's photo.
really didn't want to
couldn't identify the exact reason; she just didn't
me; she's a rich
the marketing department? His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw you. If you just say
stuff to do, so I’ll talk to you
sat on the couch, and, for some unknown
first time she'd looked at the content since Karen added her in this