Semua Bab Easy, Mr. Bigshot: Bab 151 - Bab 160

I had made a conscious effort to push Jethro away over the past few days, striving for some distance in our increasingly complicated relationship. He must’ve noticed my evasion.Avoiding his intense gaze, I nervously said, "There are too many people at the office. If they find out about us, things could get messy. I think it's better if I take the subway.""Suit yourself." Jethro's response was curt, laced with a tinge of frustration. Accustomed to the company of women vying for his attention, my persistent rejections seemed to strike a nerve.After Jethro departed, I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling somewhat inexplicably disappointed. I was puzzled about whether he kept other women by his side. Where did those traces of perfume and lipstick come from? I knew it wasn't my place to question him, yet my heart refused to stay silent. The thought of falling for Jethro was terrifying.What was I going to do if I actually fell in love with him?Summer called me before the workday had

Mom’s words sliced through me like a knife, and I looked at her with a mixture of sadness and disbelief. I couldn’t believe she would think so little of me. Was I not her daughter too? Didn’t she know I truly cared for Sean?"Mom, if that’s really what you think of me, then there’s nothing more I can say. I know you don’t want to see me, so I’ll leave." With a heavy heart burdened by her harsh words, I turned and walked toward the door.Despite the pain and the yearning for her forgiveness, I held back from pleading. I sought her heartfelt understanding and forgiveness, not just a reluctant tolerance."Rina…" My mother began to speak again, but I continued on my path.I walked out, leaving behind the ward and its oppressive atmosphere.Reaching the ground floor of the hospital, my restlessness grew. I wondered what it would take to earn my mother's forgiveness. She knew the root of Sean's issues wasn't my doing, so why did she persist in blaming me? Was it truly my responsibility

The anger in Jethro’s eyes grew, and I knew he was on the edge of fury."Whether you're promiscuous or not is something only you know. It's none of my business," I said, averting my gaze and my voice tinged with unease.After speaking, I closed my eyes and laid down to sleep. I didn't want to discuss this issue any further. But even with my eyes closed, I could feel Jethro's stare. I lay still, hoping silently he'd soon succumb to sleep. Time passed slowly until Jethro finally turned away, his breaths deepening into slumber.Perhaps he refrained from touching me because of what I had said earlier, choosing instead to sleep facing away from me. Although it hurt, it was better this way. It was preferable over being tormented by him again.Over the next few days, Jethro was distant. Two days passed since he last came to Verdantia. I wondered if he was with another woman. On the third day of Jethro's absence, restlessness gnawed at me. I feared that he was with someone else. I longed t

Frustrated, I pulled at my hair. Being late for work was sure to result in a penalty. As I was about to contact my supervisor to explain, a call came through.It was Jethrom and my heart raced.Was he calling to reprimand me for not showing up at the office? What was I supposed to do? How was I going to explain myself? That I had overslept? But such an excuse hardly seemed valid to someone like Jethro.Taking a deep breath, I answered the call with apprehension. "Hello, Mr. Jethro…" My voice trembled slightly, bracing for an outburst from the other end."Did you sleep well?" he asked.To my surprise, Jethro's tone was gentle. It was devoid of any anger, with a softness that seemed surreal. I shook my head, telling myself this must be an illusion. Jethro couldn't possibly be speaking to me with such tenderness."Mr. Jethro, I'm so sorry. I overslept." I decided to apologize, hoping that my honesty might mitigate any frustration he felt."I turned off your alarm. Take the day off,

"Who is this?" I asked, genuinely at a loss.The voice on the other end was familiar, yet I couldn't place it."It's Mason. Have you already forgotten me?" Mason's voice carried a tinge of amusement mixed with disappointment."Ah, it's you. Of course, I haven't forgotten. Your call just took me by surprise," I replied, finally recognizing who it was.Mason, much like Jethro, had a striking presence that was hard to forget. His unexpected call was a surprise. I thought we’d never meet again after our encounter. Yet here he was, calling me within just a few days.Truth be told, I was not particularly fond of men like Mason. His good looks and charming disposition aside, he seemed a bit too frivolous for my preference. I was more drawn to mature, grounded personalities, something a young affluent man like Mason didn’t exhibit."I got your number, so I had to call. I always look forward to chatting with someone as captivating as you," Mason responded.I sighed inwardly, wary of his