Love Slave to My Dev Chapter 458 End to Peaceful Days

Chapter 458 End to Peaceful Days

After reaching an agreent that I should simply stop renting my place and move in with him properly, we scheduled a weekend to make sure that the move would happen. Of course, it was Ace’s idea and his persistent insistence that made it all happen.

“Should I help you unpack?” he offered.

“Oh, no. That’s fine. I’ll get it sorted myself,” I quickly turned down his suggestion.

“If you’re lazy, you can take it slow. There’s no need to unpack everything today. The guest bedroom is free and so are so other rooms, so you can just put your stuff there for now,” he pointed out.

“Thanks, I’ll do that,” I replied.

I understood why Ace was insistent, but I still had my reserves about our relationship. It had only been around two months since Ace and Elizabeth announced their breakup. I could already imagine what people would have to say if they found out that we were already dating and that I had already moved into Ace’s place. I didn’t need to be a genius to figure out how our relationship would be portrayed. Everyone would think that Ace cheated on Elizabeth with . The fact that I was his personal secretary would just add spice and seasoning to the matter and bring it up to a whole new level of juiciness.

They would all point their fingers at

and bla

for stealing Ace away from Elizabeth while condemning our affair. Then there would be people who thought that the two of them made a better match. At the sa ti, I couldn’t co out and tell everyone that I had been dating Ace all along and that his relationship with Elizabeth was just a set up for the sake of the rger. Regardless of how I looked at it or how optimistic I tried to be; I knew that I would be the one who would take the bla.

I glanced over at Ace and how he was happily going about his life. That was when I knew that my decision to keep this particular worry away from him was without a doubt correct. It had been two months since he quit his job, but it didn’t seem like Ace was in a hurry to start doing anything. While I went to work during the weekdays, Ace either stayed ho or went out occasionally to et up with his friends. He did not get another job and it didn’t seem to

like he was working on anything.

During the weekends, we spent ti together and even found ti to visit my mother. Given how things were pretty rocky the first and also last ti that she saw him, she was extrely excited to see

visiting with Ace. She refused our offer to take her out for dinner and opted to cook dinner for us instead. Overall, life was peaceful and there wasn’t anything that I was discontented with. However, there were tis when I felt uneasy.

I would find out in less than two weeks that our peaceful life couldn’t last forever…

…

There was nothing notable about that day except for the fact that it felt extra cloudy and gloomy at the sa ti. Just like any other weekday, I headed to work where I focused on eting the expectations of not just my client but also my new team manager. I rember soone telling

that the mories that you try hardest to forget are actually the ones that will continue to haunt you. I wasn’t sure if I agreed with what that person said until I had to find out for myself.

After returning from having lunch outside, I couldn’t help but notice the strange stares and attention that people were sending my way. Everyone that I walked past would stop whatever they were doing to look at

before whispering to whoever was standing beside them. If I hadn’t gone through sothing similar before, I would have thought that I was just rely imagining things. However, I knew better than to be optimistic like that. A strong sense of déjà vu took over

and I quickly realized that whenever sothing like this happened, there was nothing but bad news waiting for .

While trying my best to ignore the stares that people were directing at , I quickly made my way toward the elevator. I soon arrived at my project room where my manager was waiting for

with a very worried look on her face. The look on her face told

all that I needed to know and acted as a solid confirmation that sothing was indeed wrong.

“Is there sothing that you need to talk to

about or tell ?” I asked without beating around the bush.

I wasn’t lying to myself when I thought that I had gotten quite used to this. Although I didn’t think that it was going to be possible at first, I had to admit that once again Ace was right. My skin truly got thicker, and I had developed a better sense of noticing when sothing had gone off course. It was strange to see the conflicted look on my manager’s face as she seed to debate with herself on how to approach the issue with .

“There’s a small eting room over there so maybe it’s best that we talk in there,” I suggested after deciding to take the lead and help her out a little.

“Sure, that would work,” she replied before leading the way there.

I closed the door to the small eting room behind

and locked it to ensure that we had the privacy that we needed to discuss whatever we needed to talk about. I sat down at the table as I watched my manager letting out a loud sigh.

“Is sothing the matter?” I asked softly.

At that point, I wasn’t sure what had happened even though I knew that it must have been very troubling. There was a brief mont when I did consider that sothing may have blown up at work or within the project that I was involved with; however, my gut feeling told

that whatever had gone wrong wasn’t exactly work-related.

--To be continued…