I could only rely on this resentment and my remaining consciousness to watch everything unfold. That night, I watched with my own eyes as Timothea carefully placed the watch she’d ordered for me five years ago on Elmer’s wrist.
Then she stood on tiptoe and kissed him.
“Elmer, I know how much you’ve loved me these past five years. Don’t worry, our wedding will go ahead next month.”
Elmer’s expression brightened with reassurance.
“Then just promise me you won’t look for Bond again. After we get married, we’ll have a child and we’ll live happily as a family of three…”
With beautiful dreams in his heart, Elmer peacefully fell asleep in Timothea’s arms.
As he fell asleep, Timothea suddenly remembered something and got up and went downstairs.
She called her assistant. “I remember you said that the hotel cleaner was using Bond’s phone?”
The next day, Timothea received all the information about the hotel’s cleaner.
“Harper, male, 32 years old…” The assistant read the information.
Timothea’s brows furrowed as she listened.
“Ms. Johnston, we’ve already investigated. Harper has no connection to Bond. They probably don’t know each other.”
Timothea’s face remained expressionless. She tapped her fingers on the table and said calmly, “I understand. You can leave first.”
From then on, Timothea’s attention began to focus more and more on Harper.
One day, while leaving to get off work, Harper was blocked in an alley by several drunken men and nearly bullied.
Timothea, sitting in a black luxury car, watched expressionlessly.
Just as they were about to pull off Harper’s pants, a fist struck them, knocking them over.
Harper stared at her, still terrified. “It was you? Thank you for saving me…”
Timothea said nothing, took off her coat and covered him. “Where’s home? I’ll take you there.”
Harper shook his head bitterly. “No, I don’t have money for rent, so I’m sleeping in the hotel’s cleaning room.”
Timothea looked at him in surprise. Half an hour later, she handed Harper a bank card.
“Don’t work at the hotel anymore. Come be my assistant.”
Harper realized what was happening and was immediately overjoyed.
From that day on, she became Timothea’s personal assistant.
Her clothes were ironed by Harper.
Her life plans were arranged by Harper.
And yet, he did it better than anyone else.
But that day, Timothea came home early and leaned against the doorway, watching Harper clean out his closet.