บททั้งหมดของ Goodbye Jerk, Hello Mr. Perfect?: บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

Veronica POV“Your father wants to talk to you.”“I know.” I nodded slowly after we were seated in a cozy booth away from the other customers. Our location also offers a little privacy, but it has a good view of the rest of the coffee shop. “He was worried that you wouldn’t pick up your phone, and then it went dead.” He explained. “Can’t he take a hint? It only meant that I did not want to talk to him. He can’t offer me anything that would ease his nagging conscience. That was all on him.” I snarled as everything that had happened that afternoon came rushing back to my head. Then, I remembered who I was talking to. I smiled apologetically to Red. “I am sorry. I did not mean to take my frustrations out on you.”He nodded at the service crew when he came to take our order.While placing our orders, I began to study Red. He seemed like a good person. It was hard to believe that someone like him could work for my ev*l father and his equally ev*l son. The waiter left, and we were su

Oliver POV There was urgency in my movement when I shut the engine of my car and stared at our apartment building. Then, I opened the sun visor overhead to check my face on the vanity mirror, making sure that I looked my best. When I was satisfied, I opened the car door, bent a little to pull out the bouquet of roses I ordered earlier, and walked toward the building. I was in high spirits. I tried to slow down, but excitement bubbled up inside me at the thought that Veronica would be surprised to see me home so early. She was not expecting me back so soon, but right after my talk with Mia, I felt like I could not wait to see Veronica again. I missed her. The longing seemed to stretch when I had to wait for the elevator to go down along with several residents. Some kept eyeing my roses, and I stood tall and proud because this was for the woman who had become such an important part of my life. I can’t believe how it happened. I used to ignore her presence. I would have c

Veronica POVAfter my father and I talked, he invited me to his building.It was the first time I stepped foot on his property, which according to him, will be part of my inheritance. “I am hoping that you consider working here from now on.” My father said. I took in the entire executive floor where my father is currently holding office before I turned my head back to face him. “Doing what?”“I wanted to prepare you for the position of CEO. You can start by working for Greg. He is my chief executive assistant. You can be his assistant.” “But, but, but ..” I stuttered. “I don’t know anything about being an assistant,” I said.My voice hinted at a protest.I had no foreknowledge of an executive job. I primarily work for the marketing department of SF conglomerates. What do I know about running a business?My father smiled. It was like he could see through my uncertainty.“I am sure Red will help you learn the ropes. You can learn a lot from him.”I sighed. I wanted to know my

Oliver POV“Sir? Mr. Manns?” In my slumber, I heard someone calling and nudging me awake. Blearily, I forced my eyes open and looked at that someone, feeling disoriented. When recognition set in, I realized he was the house security. Disappointment washed over that very instant when everything came into focus and realized where I was. “What?” I asked tiredly. I did not know how long I stayed slumped on the floor with my back against Veronica’s door. I don't care either. “You will get a kink in your neck, sir. Are you drunk?” The security looked quizzically at me, forcing me to stand up to look around me. Except for the two of us, the hallway is deserted. Then, I checked my wristwatch and grimaced when I noticed the time. “Has Ms. Miller arrived?” I asked, my voice sounded hoarse to my ears. The security shook his head. I sighed and sat down again, occupying the same position I had from earlier. It felt as if my strength had left me. Veronica is still out somewhere and

Oliver POVI wanted to shout at her to get some sense into her head, but I can’t seem to penetrate Veronica now. She looked so far away. I don’t know what happened overnight that she was able to build her guards up - the same guards that I labored to tear down one by one in the past days. “Can grief really make a person stone-hearted?” I asked Lucas when I came to his office the next day. Veronica and I did not settle anything because right after telling me about that man, she requested me to leave. I didn’t want to, but I felt that her reaction was part of her grieving process, so I maintained my distance. I left her house and met the man she got home with, who I later learned was Alfred Mitchell. We shook hands, but right after that, I went back to my apartment, banging the door shut in my frustration. I figured I needed to give Veronica time, so I made myself busy until I found myself slumped on my sofa. I did not realize I had slept, but the kink on my neck was a clear ind