Seeing her odd outfit, Kenneth Yates covered his face and let out a knowing laugh.
"What are you laughing at!" Sumr Lancaster thought he was a far cry from his "cool and aloof" reputation; he had turned into a complete rogue. She hadn’t realized that he had changed so much... all for her.
"You look beautiful today." Kenneth Yates took Sumr Lancaster’s hand and led her outside. Sumr Lancaster hadn’t expected him to say she was beautiful. Her face, which had just returned to its normal color, flushed red again, and she lowered her head, letting him lead her by the hand.
Her car sat in the corner as if abandoned, completely forgotten.
Kenneth Yates took Sumr Lancaster to a French breakfast restaurant. The mont they stepped inside, they were greeted by an air of natural elegance. A magnificent crystal chandelier and a beautifully patterned carpet complented each other, while orange-yellow dining chairs and abstract paintings on the walls brought a touch of vitality to the space. A waiter smiled and took their order. It had to be said, dining in a restaurant like this could put anyone in a good mood for the rest of the day. In the end, they ordered two servings of toast with cheese and sunny-side-up eggs, and two bowls of century egg and lean pork congee.
The two of them sat by the window. Pedestrians ca and went outside, but they only had eyes for each other.
Ethan Yates had been teaching at Aurelian University since returning ho. He was very popular on campus, and his classes were always packed. That day, he was on his way to the university when, while waiting at a red light, he saw Sumr Lancaster and Kenneth Yates eating breakfast. Sumr Lancaster was smiling, looking very happy, and Kenneth Yates wore a soft smile as well.
They looked so sweet together. As far as Ethan Yates could rember, Kenneth rarely smiled. ’It seems they have a great relationship.’
Ethan Yates started the engine, a smile touching his lips. ’As long as she’s happy, that’s all that matters...’
After breakfast, Kenneth Yates and Sumr Lancaster headed to the office. As they reached the entrance, it suddenly dawned on Sumr that she had gotten out of the car and walked into the building with Kenneth. Who knew what kind of rumors their colleagues would start this ti? It was the peak of the morning rush, and every elevator was crowded. At that mont, everyone was staring at them, whispering among themselves about Sumr arriving with President Yates again.
"Kenneth Yates, this is all your fault. Why didn’t you remind to get out of the car before we got here?" Sumr Lancaster leaned in and whispered, a hint of annoyance on her face.
"Co here!" Without another word, Kenneth Yates pulled Sumr Lancaster into the VIP elevator—the one reserved exclusively for the president. Sumr was mortified. ’Now there’s no way I can explain this away...’
"Kenneth Yates, are you trying to get killed?" Sumr Lancaster shot him a sidelong glance.
"Would you rather stay out there and be the center of everyone’s attention?" Kenneth Yates asked, slipping his hands into his suit pockets and leaning against the elevator wall.
Sumr Lancaster pressed a hand to her forehead. ’What a headache...’
Sure enough, for the rest of the day, everyone she t—superiors and subordinates alike—greeted her. She could only offer awkward replies. It was exhausting. Sumr sat at her desk, propping her head in her hands with a pained expression. Just then, Serena Monroe pushed open the door and saw her. Before Serena could even speak, Sumr quickly dropped her hand and waved her off. "Don’t say it. I know what you’re going to ask. I’m exhausted, so please, just spare ."
"Hey now, Sumr Lancaster, is our friendship just for show? How could I ask such a superficial question?" Serena Monroe leaned against the desk as Sumr resud her pained posture.
"So? What were you going to say?" Sumr Lancaster asked, looking at her skeptically.
"What’s the deal with you and President Yates!" Serena Monroe’s eyes glead with the passion of a tabloid reporter.
THUD. The hand propping up Sumr Lancaster’s head slipped, and her face fell onto the desk. She looked up with an expression of utter despair. "I knew it. If you’re not asking about blind dates, you’re asking about President Yates."
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