ra only realized her clothes were a mess, but waspletely unaware of the mark left on her neck. Her skin was naturally pale, and after her little spat with Simon, her cheeks were a bit flushed.


    Noticing Dn''s wheelchair was unattended, she quickly stepped up. "Mr. Dn," she called, her hands gently gripping the wheelchair. Her voice was earnest. "Are you heading back to the top floor? I can take you."


    "Move aside."


    "Sorry, what?"


    She thought she must''ve misheard. But no, Dn just maneuvered his wheelchair past her without a second nce. ra stood there, finally getting the hint that she wasn''t needed.


    With a deep breath, she shrugged it off and decided not to push her luck. She made her way to her desk, which-lucky her-was conveniently close to Simon''s office.


    The Ferguson family had a bunch of younger members in this generation. Although Dn was technically Simon''s senior, they were actually the same age. Every junior member was required to do an internship at Ferguson Corporation. Dn, born to Walterter in life, was a natural prodigy, and had been set up as the heir early on.


    That role came with its fair share of risks, but Dn had always managed to stay out of harm''s way. That is, until an ident two years ago left him in a wheelchair. Many assumed this would knock him off the heir track, but the patriarch stayed mum, and the family remained in a state of quiet turmoil.


    ra settled at her desk, and Simon shot her a sneer. "Still pretending you''re not here for me?"


    ra took a deep breath, just as a young girl approached and dumped a mountain of files on her desk. "You''re the newbie, right? Get these sorted by tomorrow."


    The girl rolled her eyes, her disdain for ra barely hidden. ra didn''t say a word, and just opened the first file and got to work. A few people nearby whispered among themselves.


    "Isn''t that ra? Why''s she in the department again?"


    "She''s here for Mr. Simon. Didn''t you see how much he despises her? How does she have the nerve to keep chasing him?"


    "Just wait. She''ll keep stirring up trouble, and p any girl who gets close to Mr. Simon. What''s HR thinking, letting her in?"


    ra pretended not to hear and kept her head down. She finished the files by nine that night. The office was mostly empty by then.


    Yawning, she set down thest file and was about to head out when Simon walked in. He watched her with disdain. "I was supposed to have dinner with you, but Quinn had a fever, so I had to check on her first. You''re not mad, are you?"


    Already in a foul mood from workingte, ra felt her temper re. Simon adjusted his tie, exuding arrogance. "Well, it''ste, and most ces are closed. How about a kiss instead?"


    ra''s lips twitched in disbelief. She grabbed her keys and made for the door, but Simon caught her wrist, tilting her chin as he leaned in.


    Startled, ra felt goosebumps rise. "Simon, doesn''t your penis hurt today?"


    Simon stepped back, suddenly wary. "Are you gonna kick me again? ra, are you done with this yet? I''m still interested, but you''d better not keep saying no. Who knows when I''ll offer a kiss to you again?"


    Even with her good nature, ra was fuming at his arrogance. Her cheeks reddened with anger. Simon noticed the flicker of emotion on her usually calm face. Initially reluctant to kiss her, he found himself reconsidering. He couldn''t deny ra had a striking face.


    ra let out a coldugh, brushing past him. "You still smell like Quinn''s perfume. Desert Rose, her favorite."


    "Are you jealous?"


    Already in the elevator, ra''s anger faded at his words, reced by a surprising calm.


    Simon followed her inside. "You can''t be jealous. Quinn is way out of your league."


    Too tired to argue, ra saved her energy, stepping out of the elevator only to run into Quinn. The moment Quinn saw them emerge together, her eyes welled up.


    "Simon."


    Feeling inexplicably guilty, Simon quickly moved to hug her. "What''s going on? Didn''t I say I''d be workingte? Why are you waiting here?"


    "Was it work, or were you with my sister?"


    Her head bowed, and tears flowed freely. Simon kissed her cheek, then turned to ra. "ra, aren''t you going to apologize?"