?Chapter 128:


    Doris felt a rush of thrill as she reviewed the material on her phone. She was about to send the photos to Brian when she paused. After a moment of thought, she decided to bribe another patron to send the media files to Brian.


    On the other side, Brian was just about to clock off from work. It had been a long day, and he was exhausted. He rubbed his eyes when the message came through. As soon as he saw Rachel on the screen, his fatigue was reced with fiery rage.


    Before leaving, he had specifically told her not to drink. Yet, not only had she been drinking, but she had also gone clubbing!


    Brian called her, but her phone was on silent, and she didn’t pick up. This only angered him further, to the point that his pen snapped in half in his death grip.


    Tracy walked into his office just in time to see the upper half of the pen flick onto the desk. “Brian, don’t you think you’re overworking yourself? Let me give you a massage.”


    “No thanks,” he replied, his tone cold and sharp, filled with undeniable irritation.


    Tracy drew back, looking hurt and lost. She bit her lower lip before asking, “Did I do something wrong?”


    His tone softened, albeit just a little. “What makes you say that?”


    “You’ve been so distant with metely. If I did something wrong, just tell me. If you don’t want me around, I can leave and never bother you again. But please, don’t be so cold to me.” Without waiting for his response, she turned away and walked out.


    A downpour had begun, the thick curtain of rain obscuring what was just a few feet ahead.


    She hadn’t brought an umbre with her, nor had she driven over.


    As the rain continued to pour, she gritted her teeth and ran straight into the night.


    She was immediately drenched, of course, her hair stered against her skull, her clothes clinging to her like a second skin. She painted a pitiful picture.


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    “Get in,” a voice suddenly called out.


    A car had pulled up beside her, and she saw Brian’s handsome face through the window.


    She bit her lip again, looking fragile and weak, but she stubbornly shook her head. “There’s no need. Since you don’t want to be around me anyway, I won’t bother you anymore. I’ll be sure to resign tomorrow as well. I won’t be a burden to you.”


    Then she ran forward, as fast as she could under the rain, her frail, skinny legs struggling to keep up.


    Just a momentter, a strong hand sped around her wrist. She turned to see Brian standing behind her. He was just as soaked as she was, the rain dripping off his tailored suit. Even in such a state, he looked as dashing as ever.


    Drops of rain slid down the sharp line of his jaw and over his Adam’s apple. He could easily pass for a model shooting amercial in the rain.


    “Let me go!” she tried to shake him off, but he only tightened his grip.


    “Get in the car.”


    “No, I don’t want to impose…” She looked up at him with her big, wide eyes. There was no telling whether the drops streaming down her cheeks were tears or rain. Either way, she looked heartbreakingly delicate.


    Brian finally relented. He stepped closer and spoke in a softer tone. “I’m sorry. I was just in a bad mood. I promised you this job, Tracy. I won’t let you resign, not like this.”


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