Chapter 106 Love Doesn’t Matter
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“I just had a meeting in the hotel’s conference room. We’re going to have dinner in a bit. Come join us.” Shawn spoke first when I didn’t say anything.
I tried to read his tone and felt he probably didn’t know that I had met with Ethan.
“Okay, I’lle over in a bit.” Since I was here to learn business from him, I should naturally tag along. No matter what kind of experience it was, observing and learning more could always be useful.
I changed into a more proper outfit–not showing off my figure like I used to.
But it was also different from the loose, casual clothes I wore before. This outfit was more form–fitting, still entuating my curves.
When I arrived at the ce Shawn mentioned, they were still talking in the conference room. This time it was Shawn’s team having a discussion. The door wasn’t closed when I got there. Shawn was wearing a more formal suit, sitting at the head of the table, listening.
He twirled a pen elegantly between his fingers. When he saw me, he waved me over.
I walked in right away and saw Queena, dressed in business attire. The moment she saw me, her expression sharpened, like I was a threat.
Shawn pointed to the seat next to him. I sat down. The conversation didn’t pause just because I arrived.
Turns out, they were nning to invest in a real estatepany, and it involved quite arge sum. That exined the serious looks on Shawn’s and the executives‘ faces.
As I listened to the conversation, I picked up a lot of knowledge. Queena was indeed quite professional- her analysis and data were impressive.
Shawn admired her. I could tell.
Queena carried a natural air of superiority. As she spoke, her eyes would nce across my face before settling on Shawn’s. She liked watching the moment he nodded in approval.
It was past six when they finally wrapped up and headed to the restaurant.
On the way<i>, </i>I sat in a car with Shawn–just the two of us.
“Did you
understand?” After a whole afternoon of work, he looked a bit tired, but he still turned to ask me.
“Yeah, I could understand it.” I’m not dumb. As long as I focus on something, I can usually get it–except math.
Shawn suddenlyughed. “I thought you’d find that kind of meeting dull and boring.”
“I used to. Not anymore.” I shook my head.
Shawn nodded slightly, then fell silent for a long while.
I looked out at the night view. The buildings lit up with endless lights, forming a river of fire stretching
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“Tiffany, how long has it been since youst showed you cared about me?” As I lost myself in the neon glow- outside, Shawn casually posed this question.
I was a bit surprised. I turned to look at him, not expecting a question like that.
His gaze was stubborn as he looked at me again. “And you haven’t called me in a long time either. Like today–you went out, I didn’t know where you were, and you didn’t bother to tell me. What did you see? Where did you go? You used to be so eager to share everything with me. Have you forgotten?”
It was rare to see Shawn this sentimental. It caught me off guard.
I looked at him and, for a moment, forgot to deny it. I didn’t know how to respond. I never expected him to ask if I cared–because I thought he didn’t.
“Is that so? You’re overthinking,” I said with a fake smile.
A flicker of displeasure crossed his face. “Ever since you said you wanted to start working, you’ve changed.”
“Changed how? I’m still the same me,” I yed dumb and asked.
“I don’t know how to describe it, but you’ve changed.” Shawn always gave off a sense of detachment, but deep down, he was sharp. Turns out, he could tell I didn’t love him anymore.
“You’re overthinking. I’ve just been busy with work and stressed,” I replied calmly, throwing his old excuse back at him.
He looked even more unhappy, hisrge hand slowly curling into a fist. He pressed his lips together and said nothing.
I sneered inwardly<i>. </i>Didn’t <i>you </i><i>once </i><i>say </i><i>love </i><i>doesn’t </i><i>matter</i><i>? </i><i>So </i><i>why </i><i>are </i><i>you </i><i>suddenly </i><i>saying </i><i>the </i><i>opposite </i><i>now</i>?
Since <i>you </i><i>yourself </i><i>said </i><i>love </i><i>isn’t </i><i>important</i><i>, </i><i>then </i><i>you </i><i>have </i><i>no </i><i>right </i><i>to </i><i>ask </i>it <i>of </i><i>me</i><i>. </i>
“Tiffany, I want to apologize for what I said before.” The car moved forward steadily. A few minutester, Shawn did something rare–he apologized.
“What did you do wrong?” I asked instinctively.
“For saying love doesn’t matter and for suggesting money could buy what happens in bed.” He fell into silence again, as if reflecting, and then looked at me. His eyes fixed on my face as he said, “Not long ago, I read a line that said, “There are at least two things in life that one should never take lightly.“”