??Chapter 415: Chapter 416: I Can Be Sad Too
Chapter 415: Chapter 416: I Can Be Sad Too
William Griffith couldn’t stand seeing her act so distant. He felt annoyed but there were so things he couldn’t tell her yet.
However, he could talk about Emma Hall. After all, Benjamin Solomon and Emma had t as well.
“Emma is Benjamin’s ex-wife.”
He began, for the first ti, to seriously explain about another woman like this.
Cherish Turner was stunned; she obviously hadn’t expected this news.
“She did coincidentally et
when she ca back, but she asked
not to tell Benjamin. Their relationship… is a bit complicated.”
Cherish felt so of the pent-up frustration dissipate, but instead of feeling relieved, she beca angrier. Why couldn’t he have just told her this?
But deep down, she felt relieved. She just couldn’t let go of her pride at the mont. So she huffed and left without answering, not even turning her head.
As it approached 4 p.m., everyone prepared to finish work. They walked out as if they had won a battle. Although their steps were heavy, their spirits were high. They hurried back to the nearby building to organize their things and rest before heading ho. Back in the break room, everyone took advantage of the ti to input their recorded data and information into their laptops.
Cherish went to the office to report the situation to Chief Editor Sally.
She was just about to reach the office when she suddenly felt a strange pain in her lower abdon, causing her forehead to break out in cold sweat. She bent over, leaning against the wall, unable to move.
At that mont, the office door opened, and Chief Editor Sally’s voice ca out, “President Griffith, we will do our best to complete this project. Please rest assured.”
Chief Editor Sally was escorting William Griffith out, but as she opened the door, she saw Cherish standing in the hallway, looking very pale and uncomfortable.
“Assistant Turner, are you all right?” Chief Editor Sally asked.
“I’m fine.” Cherish forced herself to straighten up, her brow furrowed.
William’s eyes narrowed as he stepped forward. As he walked past her, he suddenly grabbed her hand and forcefully dragged her along with him.
“William Griffith…”
Cherish was in so much pain that she couldn’t even muster the strength to speak. She felt even worse being dragged along by him. By the ti they left the building in the elevator, she couldn’t take it any longer. The car was parked outside the building, and as soon as William opened the door, Cherish squatted down, clutching her lower abdon.
William imdiately picked her up and put her in the car.
As the car started moving slowly, his handso face was clouded with anger. Harsher than ever before, he scolded, “Who told you to co to work when you’re still sick? Who do you think you are? Is it fun to push yourself so hard? Do you not care about your own health? Do you really want others to worry about you?”
Turning the steering wheel, he glanced over at her, seeing her small face contorted with pain.
He reached out one hand to touch her, thinking she was relapsing again. “Are you feeling unwell again?”
His big, warm hand was comforting. Cherish savored the care he was giving her. Closing her eyes, her abdon still swollen and painful, her voice weak and faint, “Don’t care for
or be nice to . I can’t take it anymore, the way you treat
hotand cold, close and distant… ”
Sothing seed to be gathering at the bottom of her eyes as she softly said, “I get hurt too.”
Listening to Cherish say this, William’s heart suddenly clenched. It was his consistent disregard for her feelings that left her feeling so insecure.
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