24. A Jealous Man

"Why are you silent? Is my voice not clear enough, Eloy Damario?" asked Jerrald again when he found his secretary turned into a statue.

Jerrald's jaw was still set. Even his hands were clenched into tight fists.

Eloy swallowed saliva again with difficulty. Cold sweat ran down his back. Swearing by everything, Eloy preferred his boss's usual expression, flat and unreadable, rather than what it was now. That was not the Jerrald he knew all this time.

"Are you guys that close that you call her that familiarly?" Jerrald folded his arms across his chest this time while glancing at the maid who looked confused. Jerrald did use his language, not wanting the maid to know what he had said to Eloy.

The atmosphere returned to silence. Eloy was still unable to make a sound. He was not an innocent man who did not know that his boss seemed to have a crush on this adorable woman beside him.

Eloy had been in several relationships and knew what jealousy felt like.

"Don't you realize you already have a