Chapter 456 If you want to teach him a lesson, how can you not make it happen
He didn''t bother to take the documents and didn''t answer.
Abigail stared at him and raised an eyebrow, "If you don''t feel up to the rigors of seven days of testing,
feel free to call it quits and go back to where you belong."
Micah immediately got up, walked over to her and took the stack of papers.
He said, "Not quitting. Miss Abigail, rest assured."
If he really couldn''t finish it, the result would just be a humiliating beating.
If he didn''t take, it was the same as rejecting Abigail''s test, and she would be even more distant from
him in the future. And it would be more difficult to chase after her.
He immediately carried the documents back to his table, tranted it carefully and entered it manually.
Abigail looked at his serious and grim look, and stifled augh.
The two quickly returned to the work. No one opened their mouths to break the peace, and the
atmosphere in the office was very harmonious.
Two and a half hourster, it was the lunchtime. Abigail got up, stroked her wrap dress, and looked
over at Micah.
"Mr. Micah, you can''t forget to eat even if you''re busy with work. Do you want to have lunch?"
Micah finished the trantion of nine documents in a hurry, and was so absorbed in the task that he
replied without thinking, "I''m not hungry yet."
Abigail instantly lowered her face. What a nerd.
She shook her head helplessly and turned toward the door.
Micah then realized what she had said. Did she seem to have a subtext in what she said? Was it an
invitation to join him for lunch?
He immediately put down his work and chased after her, "Miss Abigail, I''m new here and unfamiliar.
Can I sponge lunch from you today?"
Abigail walked forward and gave him a sideways nce, "As a secretary, on your first day at work, you
asked your boss to invite you to lunch? Mr. Micah, stop putting on airs."
Micah suddenly didn''t know to say.
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His only remaining emotional intelligence kept working in his head, thinking of a best answer.
"I mean, I''ll buy you lunch."
Abigail looked at him a few more times with interest and praised him, "That''s an interesting answer. You
have always been aloof and reticent. But now you can say such pleasant things.
Micah pursed his lips, and felt delighted.
But then Abigail continue, "But you said you''re penniless and lost your phone and wallet, so you came
to stay at the Matthews House. How can you pay for my meal? With your face? Or can your lost wallet
be foundter?"
Micah instantly paled and was speechless.
Did he drop a brick?
Did Abigail guess something?
As expected, Abigail''s face looked cold and she sad in a sarcastic way, "Mr. Micah, you''re still too
inexperienced. Your sad-fishing skill isn''t perfect."
Micah didn''t say anything.
Abigail dropped her gaze and went straight to the elevator.
In the elevator, the two did not say a word alone and the atmosphere was somewhat strained.
He worked so hard to finally leave her favorable impression but it immediately set back for which Micah
couldn''t ept.
He exined, "The day when I came to your home, I really didn''t have my wallet or phone on me. I got
caught in the rain all night. I didn''t lie to you."
Abigail was unswayed, "My parents agreed to let you stay overnight. So it''s useless for you to exin
to me. I won''t believe you."
Ding-
The elevator arrived on the floor.
Abigail was the first to step out of the elevator.
"Abigail ..." Micah followed and still tried to exin once more.
"Call me Miss Abigail," Abigail said without a nce.
"Okay, Miss Abigail. About this, I ..."
"We''re in thepany. Personal matters are not allowed to discuss at work, so please Mr. Micah,
behave yourself."
Micah was unable to speak out about his grievances
He had no choice but to follow Abigail.
*
In Suham.
Since the returning partyst night, the atmosphere in Lyre Spiti had been unusual, and by lunchtime
Lyra did not say a single word.
Malcolm sighed soundlessly. Fortunately, he knew that she was bothered about Keith. If not, he would
have thought she was sulking about him again.
"Rara, stop thinking about it. Finish your meal first. I''ll discuss it with youter."
He served a bowl of carp soup which was cooked by himself and looked at Lyra''s eyes.
Lyra didn''t have it, and remained grim.
"I had Eleven contact Shane this morning. I want to go to the Cahan Residence to visit Caitlin and
see Melissa by the way, but Shane declined it."
She looked at the bowl in a trance, and had no appetite, "Even if I have asked to see him, he said he
has an important task and no time. He refused me."
Malcolm pushed a bowl of soup towards her, and said, "I can meet Shane. He can choose not to see
you, but he has toe and see me."
"Rara, have the soup first. For the rest, I''ll take care of it."
With his words, Lyra suddenly felt at ease. There was a feeling of reliance, which was so wonderful.
In the afternoon, Malcolm contacted Shane.
But Shane was really on the outskirts and was not avable.
"Rara, I''ve informed Shane to meet me at Lyre Spiti tomorrow morning. You can talk to him then."
"Great." Lyra asked again, "How''s it going with Keith? Is it still peaceful?"
Malcolm: "I have asked. He''s good for the time being. He didn''t make a fuss, but they also didn''t hear
the sound of cooking. I guess he didn''t eat anything."
"He''s deliberately going on a hunger strike with me?" Lyra frowned, and was a little exasperated,
"Anyway, two days without food won''t kill him. Besides, he can''t die without solving Melissa''s problem."
Malcolm nodded and hugged her, with his cheek rubbing the skin between her neck and nuzzling her
intimately.
He said, "Rara, it''s rare to take a half day off. I heard your period is over. Do you want to do ... this
afternoon?"
Without waiting for him to finish, Lyra pushed his forehead away, "You know nothing. Period has to be
gone for two days before I can have a sex!"
Malcolm was wordless.
At the same time, the Matthews Group in Frayton.
After lunch, Micah went back to the office without dy. Even if he was extremely tired from typing, he
did not stop.
He was so serious that he didn''t even take a sip of water. Abigail secretly felt that was she asking for
too much?
She took the initiative to help him pour a cup of coffee and brought it to his table, ncing at the rest of
his untranted book.
It was an hour before the end of the day.
It was surprisingly left with only three unfinished documents, which meant forty-plus documents were
already tranted.
The huge amount of work, surprisingly, was almost done by him throughout the day.
She was somewhat in awe of this man''s ability to be really surprisingly exceptional.
Unfortunately, he had little interest in the business. Otherwise it was estimated that he would also be a
reigning figure.
Noticing the stare from her, Micah stopped typing and stared back at her, "What''s wrong? What did I do
wrong?"
Abigail lightly tutted twice, "No, Mr. Micah, good job. It seems that my wish to help you make up for
your childhood will be in vain."
She smiled sarcastically and turned around to go back to her chair.
Micah, however, looked at her figure and fell into deep thought.
Did this mean that Abigail had the intention to teach him a lesson?
She had chased after him for a year and been treated coldly by him for many times. Now it was his turn
to chase after her. If she wanted to teach him a lesson, it seemed to be the right thing to do.
Thinking of this, he quietly and decisively deleted the three documents which had been tranted and
emptied the recycle bin.