At this point, Calla suddenly felt the temperature in the room rise. She quickly forced a smile and said, "You must have a lot of free time. Don't you need to visit relatives during Christmas? Your family must be unhappy with you running around like this.""My mom passed away a long time ago, and my dad has already started a new family. I'm all alone with no relatives to visit," Pierre immediately responded.Hearing this, Calla realized that Pierre was a man with a past. Feeling the tension in the air, she stood up. "It's already 2:00 am. How about you take me back to my hotel now?"Pierre sat on the couch without answering her. After a moment, he suddenly rose to his feet, walked over to Calla, and grabbed her by the shoulders. "What are you doing?" A shiver ran down Calla's spine as she met his piercing gaze. She felt as though he could devour her with his eyes alone."Why are you always avoiding me?" Pierre's expression twisted in displeasure as he stared at Calla with frust
Pierre would beam at the door for ages that night. He was drawn to Calla's genuine nature. She was honest, headstrong, resilient, and yet, sometimes fragile. From the moment he got close to her, he was captivated.He had always resisted these feelings, partly because of Wanda and also because of Mercer. But now, none of that mattered anymore. He had mustered the courage to come to Greendale in search of her.Yet, she wasn't interested in him. But that was okay; he had plenty of time and energy to pursue her. Pierre had never failed to get what he wanted, and women were no exception.Despite knowing that the lock posed no real obstacle to a strong man, it offered her a sense of security. Afterward, Calla quickly put on her tattered clothes. Though barely intact, they were still better than the bathrobe. Then, she lay down to sleep, covering herself with the thick blanket.Perhaps due to the shock of the fight and nearly being assaulted by those two thugs, Calla tossed and turned,
Calla quickly grabbed her phone. She noticed that the screen was cracked, but fortunately, it was still usable.Holding the phone in her hands, Calla froze for a moment because this phone was a gift from Mercer. That day when she was in the hospital, they had argued, and he had thrown her old phone against the wall, shattering it. So he had Simon buy her this one. Thinking back, those moments seemed as vivid as ever.Snapping out of her momentary daze, Calla glanced at her phone. As expected, Piper had texted early that morning. Her stomach was feeling better so she would be back to lead the tour group for the day.The news was such a relief to Calla. At least, she had the rest of the day to herself."Let's have breakfast." Pierre smiled seeing Calla's expression return to normal. "Come sit down.""Thank you." Calla sat on the couch, her mouth watering at the sight of the delicious food."What are you waiting for? Dig in." Pierre smiled, reminding her when he saw her staring at
Pierre burst out laughing once more. Today, Calla was being especially humorous, cute, and endearing—making him feel at ease. He was particularly touched by the underlying strength and resilience she showed. Even in the face of adversity, she remained unwavering.Pierre paused before suggesting, "Calla, have you considered changing jobs?""Changing jobs?" Calla frowned at him, not understanding what he meant.Pierre continued, "You've obtained your CPA certificate. With that, you can find a stable and promising job. Working at the travel agency doesn't suit you and is somewhat a waste of your talents.""How do you know I got my CPA certificate? Did Natasha tell you that too?" Calla asked, eyeing Pierre."You guessed it right," Pierre admitted, spreading his hands in defeat.Hearing this, Calla muttered, "Natasha is such a blabbermouth. She's trying to please you, her boss, by telling you everything.""You're well aware, so don't blame her too much. I can ask her anything, and sh
Calla thought Jill and Peggy would be satisfied after beating her up. She didn't expect them to file a complaint with the tourism bureau. Floyd's voice was full of disappointment. Calla understood the consequences of being ordered by the tourism bureau to suspend operations for rectification. The duration of a business closure can vary, but even a two-week shutdown can be a significant blow to a travel agency. This meant all tour guides and employees would be out of work during this period.Calla felt a pang of guilt, regretting not controlling her emotions that day. She had caused such a big problem for her boss and the travel agency. That said, it wasn't like she could have prevented what happened last night. She was backed into a corner. No matter what she did, Jill and Peggy were going to make her life miserable.The next moment, Calla asked Floyd, "Mr. Burrows, are the tourism bureau representatives still there? I'll explain the situation to them myself.""Alright." Floyd
"I will have my subordinates investigate this matter right away. If it turns out that these troublemakers are filing malicious complaints without basis, our bureau will protect the travel agency. We will pursue charges against them for their intentional disruption of public order." The speaker's tone was resolute."Thank you. I'll await your response," Pierre said before hanging up.Calla listened to Pierre's phone call with wide eyes. "Do you know the director of the Greendale Tourism Bureau well?"Pierre smiled. "I once represented his relative in court. I remember winning the lawsuit for them. He insisted on treating me to a meal, which I declined. I never thought that unclaimed favor would come in handy today.""Thank you. You've helped me again." Calla looked at Pierre with gratitude."It's too early to say what the outcome will be. Don't thank me too soon," Pierre replied modestly."Regardless of the outcome, I still need to thank you. You're a top-notch lawyer with an incr
Soon, Pierre parked his car in front of Calla's apartment building. Calla glanced out the window, then turned to Pierre. I don't know how to express my gratitude to you this time," she said with sincerity. "I've told you, you don't need to be so polite with me," Pierre said, looking straight at her.Calla nodded, then unbuckled her seat belt. "I'm leaving now. Bye."As Calla reached out to open the car door, Pierre quickly called out, "Calla!""Yes?" Calla turned back to him, puzzled.Pierre looked down and smiled. "Won't you invite me up for a drink?"Hearing this, Calla stared at him, quickly weighing her options. Pierre was making a pass at her, but she was only a divorcee. Besides, she had no interest in getting involved with any man again.As such, Calla smiled and politely declined. "Honestly, my place is quite a mess. It's really inconvenient for me to invite a man upstairs.""I see." Pierre nodded, seeming to understand.Right when Calla was ready to leave the car,
Pierre's words struck a chord with Calla. Although it was a modest space, she had devoted countless hours decorating it. Every nook and cranny was a reflection of her personality.Looking at the tidy home, Calla smiled and said, "Those who wander yearn for the warmth of a home. Alone in Greendale, I can only make my little space as cozy as possible. It helps me not miss home so much."She was putting on a brave face, but she was homesick being here alone. However, she didn't intend on returning to Riverford anytime soon. She had used the excuse of her company sending her for a year-long study program to convince her mother.With no family or friends here, Calla felt very lonely outside of work.Yet, the new environment meant she spent less time overthinking. This was a stark contrast to her days in Riverford.Gradually, she grew to like it here. Though not as bustling as Riverford, the air was fresh, the local snacks were tasty, and the rent was cheap.Pierre looked at Calla, the