Fiona Nicholas's slap mark on her face had almost faded, and then she left the CEO's office.
In the following days, Fiona occasionally made gestures that effortlessly stirred Dylan Wright's heartstrings.
He felt himself falling for Fiona but desperately suppressed his emotions.
And Fiona noticed it. Her expression remained unchanged, but she was pondering how to force him to confront his feelings.
One evening.
Fiona lay in bed, her body burning up as if she was a blazing flame consuming herself.
Her consciousness was blurry and muddled; holding onto the last thread of clarity, she picked up her phone and flipped through the contact list to find Dylan Wright's number.
"Buzz buzz buzz—"
The call had just gone out when it was answered, a man's magnetic voice coming through the receiver.
"Hello, Fiona Nicholas."
Fiona spoke incoherently, her voice intermittent, "I… feel so awful… Dylan Wright, I feel so awful…"
