Roo’s hand still tightly held hers as he dropped Rosemary off at her company’s entrance. He looked down at the girl in his arms and asked, "I’ll bring you afternoon tea later. Anything in particular you want?"
"You’re free now?" she queried.
"I just happen to have so free ti."
From the driver’s seat, Carl froze at his words. He thought, Mr. McMillian, you have two etings this afternoon, three partners to et, and over a dozen docunts that need your decision. Are you sure you’re free?
"I’m not hungry," Rosemary announced, preparing to leave the car. Roo embraced her tightly, saying,
"Just a little longer."
"We’re going to be late!"
"Just a little longer," he insisted, inhaling her sweet scent. It was intoxicating.
"Don’t bring anything to eat this afternoon," Rosemary said, sounding slightly helpless. "I’m a bit busy."
"Do you need my help?"
"No."
After being detained by Roo for a while, Rosemary finally managed to pull away from his grasp and hurriedly headed toward her company.
"Mr. McMillian, it seems like Ms. Rose was in a hurry to leave..." Carl observed as he watched Rosemary’s retreating figure. He glanced in the rear–view mirror to find Roo’s gaze fixed on the girl.
"Oh, and Mr. McMillian, the restaurant manager asked to give you these..." Carl unlocked his phone and sent a dozen pictures to Roo’s phone.
They were photos from their lunch at the Ferris Wheel Restaurant. The handso man and beautiful woman were eye–catching.
Even Roo himself could hardly believe the tenderness and adoration in his own eyes as he looked at Rosemary in the photos. Though Rosemary was looking at the scenery outside, oblivious to his gaze, it didn’t stop him from admiring her beauty.
"What was she thinking then," he pondered, looking at her bright eyes.
Roo’s slender fingers scrolled through the photos, each one captured from a perfect angle. He simply said, "Tip."
Carl promptly transferred $1,000 to the restaurant manager.
"Actually, Mr. McMillian, I also took a few shots..." Carl showed Roo the candid photos he had taken of Roo and Rosemary enjoying the view together. They looked like a perfect match.
"Mr. McMillian, just to be clear, I’m not asking for anything. I just thought you two looked good together," Carl clarified, fearing that Roo might get mad at him for, sneaking pictures without his knowledge.
But Roo didn’t say a word. After a mont; Carl’s phone chid with an Apple Pay notification. His eyes widened at the sight of the number: 7777, four sevens! Had Mr. McMillian really just transferred that much money to him in one go? Was this a reward?
As he tried to contain his excitent, he asked, puzzled, "But Mr. McMillian, what does this number an..."
Roo saved each photo, then casually explained, "It ans Rose and my story will be as lucky as the number seven."
"..." Carl couldn’t help but feel engulfed by the sweetness of love after hearing such an explanation.
Roo set his two favorite photos as his screensaver and wallpaper, then looked back at the building where Rosemary worked, a hint of longing in his eyes. "Let’s head back to McMillian Corporation."
Carl could clearly detect the nostalgia in his voice. Hmm, Ms. Rose had only been gone a short while,and he was already missing her?
At McMillian Corporation, Serena had prepared afternoon tea for the six receptionists, who were all beaming with joy."
"Long ti no see, Miss Serena, You’ve brought gifts again!"
"Did you get them from that fancy hotel down the street? Their stuff’s a bit too rich for our blood. Makes us feel guilty eating it."
"We’re so lucky to have you, Miss Serena. You keep treating us to these gourt delicacies."
"Even after all this ti, you’re still a knockout, Miss Serena!"
"We’re seriously blessed to have a boss like you! Not only are you generous and stunning, but you’ve also got talents that put other heiresses to sha."
Serena smiled at their complints, then laughed and pretended to be mad, "There’s no honey in the afternoon tea, but you all sure know how to lay it on thick." "Miss Serena, you just keep getting more
beautiful. Could you share your secret?"
One of the receptionists stared at Serena, resting her chin in her hands, admiring her flawless skin without a single pimple to be seen.
’Don’t get your hopes up. The skincare products Miss Serena uses are probably too expensive for us."
As Serena listened to their chit–chat, about to say sothing, she noticed they all suddenly stood up,
frantically fixing themselves up, and respectfully greeted, "Good afternoon, Mr. McMillian!"
Serena turned to see Roo had returned.
"Roo-"
Before Serena could approach him, several senior staff rushed over, bombarding Roo with urgent matters, then swiftly heading towards the elevator as if Serena’s call.
Carl stayed behind, blocking Serena’s way, "Miss Serena, you’re looking for Roo?"
"I brought afternoon tea for Roo. And for you too, Carl. I wanted to discuss sothing with Roo."
Serena glanced at the retreating figure, a little anxious. Carl was stopping her from going forward, leaving her helpless.
"I really need to see Roo."
"Roo has urgent matters to attend to."
"I can wait for him."
"It might take a while for Roo to finish up. Perhaps you could go ho first, Miss Serena. You can always call or text Roo."
"No, it’s okay. I’ll wait upstairs. There are so things I want to tell him in person."
Serena attempted to pass, but Carl kept blocking her, "If there’s sothing you need, Miss Serena, you can tell . I can relay the ssage to Roo..."
Carl’s obstruction was getting on Serena’s nerves. But considering her position, she smiled and said,
"Carl, do you plan on blocking my way indefinitely?" "I apologize. I just didn’t want you to wait in vain.."
"As I’ve said, no matter how long he’s busy, I’ll wait." Serena deftly sidestepped Carl and headed for the elevator.
Watching Serena’s retreating figure, Carl felt unease. He knew that Roo only had eyes for Miss Rose and didn’t care much for others.
Seeing Serena enter the elevator, he had no choice but to follow.
The receptionists were left clueless about the situation, sensing so hidden tension.
"Do you think Mr. McMillian doesn’t like Miss Serena?"
"No way! Miss Serena is so accomplished. Whether her looks, knowledge, talent, or family background... there isn’t a second one like her in this world!" "But why did Carl stop her?"
"Mr. McMillian probably didn’t an to ignore Miss Serena. When he walked in, you saw that a bunch of managers needed his attention. Carl likely didn’t want Miss Serena to wait in vain."
"He’s cold to everybody. It seems like only work can catch his eye. We’ve been here for years. Has Mr. McMillian ever really looked at us?"
"Not that I recall."
"So, their marriage is strong. We don’t need to worry about it!"
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