Though Clover was only six months old, she seemed to understand their conversation. Knowing that she was being denied her milk, she cried even louder than before.Pierre frowned and growled, "Clover is only six months old. Why would you deprive her of milk? You're out of your mind! Are you even her mother? How can you be so cruel and deprive a baby of milk?Calla, at that moment, looked down at Clover nestled in her arms, squirming toward her chest. Her heart softened, and with Pierre's reproach, she couldn't help but tear up. In the end, Calla couldn't bear to deny Clover milk, so she began to unbutton her shirt.When Pierre noticed Calla preparing to nurse, he discreetly turned away and moved to the living room's expansive window. There, he stood, gazing at the twinkling city lights.Tears welled up in Calla's eyes as she looked at Clover nestled in her arms, happily nursing.Watching Clover blissfully feed in her arms, Calla's tears started to fall.It had been a day since Cal
When Pierre saw how dejected and sad Calla looked, he frowned. The accusing look in his eyes faded, replaced by pity and concern.After pondering for a moment, Pierre said, "Finding a job is not a problem with your CPA certificate. Many companies need someone with your qualifications. As it happens, a friend's company is hiring. I could introduce you. "His company is a start-up, so there isn't a lot of accounting work. The salary and benefits might not be high, but it suits you. There's a two-hour lunch break, so you can return to feed Clover. This way, you can continue working without having to wean Clover. What do you think?"Calla's eyes sparkled at Pierre's suggestion, but she hesitated. She looked at him, uncertain. "Does your friend really need an accountant? I don't want them to pay me a salary because they feel obligated to you. I don't want you to owe anyone such a big favor."She had already put him through enough. She couldn't cause him any more trouble.Pierre chuckle
One early evening, around the time people got off work, Calla hurried out of a tall building, dressed in a black cashmere coat. She had a leather bag slung over her shoulder and five or six packages in her arms. Holding a stack of courier slips, she rushed to the courier company across the street.She had to get these packages sent out right away. Then, she needed to rush home to feed Clover, who was surely waiting anxiously.Amidst the chaos, the traffic light ahead turned red for pedestrians. Calla glanced up and saw that this red light would last 95 seconds. It was rush hour, and the traffic was heavy. Though anxious, she had no choice but to stand there, waiting for the light to turn green.At the same time, inside a cafe by the street, soft music floated through the air. The cafe was quite empty at this hour, with only a few people inside. Sitting by the window was a man in a black suit, his head tilted slightly. A mere few feet away, a crosswalk captured his dark, unfathomable
Half an hour later, Mercer was already seated in the back of the car with Simon driving.Night had already fallen, but the streets were still bustling with traffic. The inside of the car was dimly lit, with only bits of light filtering in from the outside.The car had been moving alongside a bus, neither overtaking it nor falling behind. Even though the car behind them was honking impatiently, it was to no avail. The luxurious Mercedes continued to keep pace with the public bus.Mercer's eyes remained fixed on a figure sitting by the window on the bus. The person seemed a little drowsy with her eyes half closed, resting in her seat. Mercer's gaze stayed locked on her, unable to pull away, even though he couldn't see her clearly.Recently, if he didn't have anything urgent to do, he would wait at the cafe below Calla's office after work. He would also occasionally have Simon follow her bus, trailing her all the way home. Mercer would wait until she disappeared into her buildin
Mercer let out a smug chuckle upon hearing this. "Calla will never fall in love with another man!""Are you that sure of yourself?" Simon asked."Of course." Mercer spoke briefly, then stared out the car window and into the night. His eyebrows drew together in a thoughtful frown.After work that evening, Pierre headed straight to Calla's place. This had become routine; if he had no business engagements, he usually had dinner there. Both Fiona and Calla were there, saving him from having to cook for himself, which he couldn't do himself anyway.As soon as he entered, Pierre saw Calla sitting on the couch, holding a bottle of liniment. Grimacing in pain, she applied it to her ankle and calf."What happened?" Pierre put down his briefcase and walked over with a concerned expression."I took a fall," Calla replied with a strained smile.She had indeed taken quite a hard tumble today, so much so that she couldn't get up for a while. Fortunately, the people around were kind enough
Calla felt a tight grip around her waist as she was pulled into a warm embrace. Fortunately, she didn't fall in a clumsy, embarrassing way.She had such a tiny waist that Pierre's quick reaction pulled her right into his arms.At this moment, he realized with a start that his heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might burst out of his chest. Pierre recalled the last time he felt this way was when he was a young, inexperienced lover. That first, innocent romance was something he'd never been able to recapture. No matter how many women he'd been with, it remained elusive.Calla hadn't fallen, but she was properly startled. She'd taken a bad fall earlier today and was still shaken. The fear of another fall had her heart racing. Unlike Pierre, her heart was pounding out of fear.Though Pierre could see that Calla had regained her balance, he was reluctant to let go of her waist.With a small smile, Calla said, "Thanks." She then gestured with her arm, as if to create some dist
Things were not going as Calla had expected. Pierre had been avoiding her altogether for several days. His absence only made her feel more uncomfortable.After dinner one evening, Calla was packing some orders on the living room floor. Meanwhile, Fiona was busy clearing the table.As she wiped the table, Fiona asked, "Ms. Sherman, do you think I did something to offend Mr. Garland? Why hasn't he come over for dinner today even though he's back home? Maybe he dislikes my cooking now."Hearing this, Calla looked up and asked, "Pierre went straight home after work tonight?""Yes, I saw him when I went out to take the trash. I even asked him if he wanted to come over for dinner, but he said no," Fiona replied.Calla then realized he was avoiding her on purpose. "Maybe he has a date later."Fiona suddenly said, "Oh, I remember now. Mr. Garland seems to have a bad cold. He was sneezing a lot just earlier, and he didn't look well.""What? Is he sick?" Calla frowned at this."Yes, that
Startled by Pierre's sudden embrace, Calla's hand shook, spilling the rest of the water from her cup.She could feel him trembling. Knowing he had a high fever, Calla helped him lie down and covered him with a blanket."Don't go! Don't leave..." In his sleep, Pierre had a tight grip on Calla's wrist.Calla frowned as she attempted to free her hand from his grasp but to no avail. Seeing him babbling incoherently from the fever, she felt sorry for him. She sat by the bed, eventually letting him hold her wrist.After sitting like that for more than half an hour, Pierre suddenly started shivering under the blanket and muttered, "I'm so cold... it's so cold!"Seeing this, Calla felt his forehead and noticed he wasn't sweating. She was starting to get anxious. A high fever without sweating was very hard to bring down.Looking around, Calla forcefully freed her hand and went to the next room to grab another blanket. She covered Pierre with it, hoping to induce sweating.Yet, Pierre kep