Recalling the sweet moments of their childhood bond, Carabella continued to smile, as she couldn't believe her best friend, who had always cared for her, was now her boss. Although Jefferson had made many mistakes that had left her holding a grudge, the clover-related moment had helped her forget all the bad memories of her past.
She hugged the diary tightly, gazing at the clover leaf, preserved in a transparent plastic bag, so it remained undamaged. She hadn't expected Jefferson to care for and protect something she considered so trivial. The perfectionist CEO she usually knew wouldn't go to such lengths.
"So, you really were looking for that clover after the rain?" Her head hung low in shame. "I didn't even ask you to go this far. I also didn't pester you and force you to find my clover."
Jefferson laughed softly, slowly stroking his beloved woman's tiny head. "Even though you don't whine openly, I can't bear to see you cry just because you lost a clover."
