"Okay, Mr. Blake. I'm willing to take it over. I'll go to the company and talk with you in detail right away."

Mr. Blake gave me a lot of document about the Pacific Region about the past six months.

I burned myself at it with all my heart, planning to get there as soon as possible.

After a busy day at home, I was startled by a figure on the sofa.

"You're back? Why didn't you turn on the light."

I turned on the light and saw Charles's dull expression.

"Why didn't you reply to my message? Why didn't you answer my phone call."

"Oh, I've been busy all day. My new phone fell on the ground and it didn't work."

Charles was silent for a while with an uneasy expression on his face.

"Well... That day, I took Flora through the woods and met a traveller who was driving. Flora's face was scratched by a branch. I was afraid that there would be a scar in her face if the wound could not be dealt with in time, so..."

"So you took her back to the city with by that traveler's car overnight and left me alone in the deep mountains filled with fog?"

I was in so much pain. The wound in his childhood sweetheart's face was more important than my life!

"Well... after returning to the city, I heard that the rescue team had set off, and I couldn't get through to you, so I..."

I tried my best to hold back my tears and smiled to him.

"Aren't you attending the jewelry exhibition with Flora? It's rare for you to be in the mood to care about me."

Charles looked a little embarrassed.

"We have attended that exhibition."

"Isn't there a banquet? Flora posted it on her Ins just now. In the photo, she was holding your arm. It's so sweet. Go and accompany her."

I said that calmly, but for some reason, Charles flew into a rage from embarrassment.

"Sibyl! Are you kidding me? You're always talking about Flora and me! Didn't I tell you that I only treat her as my younger sister!"

Charles grabbed my arm and blew a heavy breath on my face.

I shook off Charles's hand, but my expression was still calm.

"Well, I trust you. I'm tired, so I'll go to sleep first. By the way, I'll sleep on the sofa. I haven't cleaned up the room yet. If you want to live here today, you could clean your room."

After that, I pulled off the blanket on the sofa and lay down, closing my eyes.

I heard Charles swear, rush into the room angrily, and close the door.

Perhaps, my silence and calmness had caused his anger to lose its sense of accomplishment.