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
This time, Pierre didn't grab Calla's wrist to prevent her from leaving as he had before. The next moment, Calla slipped on her shoes and fled.It wasn't until he heard the soft sound of the door closing that Pierre opened his drowsy eyes. Calla had left only a dim wall lamp on for him.He rested his head on his arms, gazing at the ceiling, and a satisfied smile spread across his face.Earlier that afternoon, he had been cursing this sudden cold. When he got home from work last night, his body was so sore that he couldn't even get out of bed. But now, he believed that this cold was a blessing in disguise—especially the high fever. It had brought him unexpected gains.Pierre buried his face in the blanket, inhaling deeply. There was a scent left by Calla, a pleasant smell that left him savoring. Calla returned to the unit across from Pierre's. After checking on Clover, who was sound asleep, she turned and went into the bathroom to shower.The hot water rained down on her, was
Calla turned her head back, staring at the elevator's indicator, silently willing it to hurry up. It seemed like the elevator was taking forever to arrive, stopping at every floor. She pressed the button several times more, but it made no difference.The next moment, Pierre emerged from his apartment wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase.Calla felt a little awkward facing Pierre, but she tried to maintain her composure as he joined her before the elevator. "Aren't you going to rest at home before heading to work?"Pierre's face showed no signs of anything unusual. Calla began to doubt whether she had been reading too much into it.Pierre smiled and said, "There's a pile of work waiting for me at the firm. I can't afford to rest."He glanced at his wristwatch and frowned. "You're going to be late today.""Yes." Calla anxiously watched the elevator, growing more frustrated by the second."I can drive you there. We'll make it in time," Pierre offered."No need. We're not going
Under Pierre's ardent insistence, Calla couldn't refuse and had to get into his car.During the ride, Calla stared out of the car window. She was sure Pierre kept stealing glances at her, a subtle smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.That faint smile made Calla feel uneasy. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. His presence, once so comforting, now left her feeling unsettled and adrift."I apologize for troubling you last night. You were up all night taking care of me, missed your breakfast, and might even be late for work." Pierre finally spoke.Glad that Pierre had broken the long silence, Calla hastened to say, "It's not like you planned to be sick. And since you're driving me to work, I should be on time."She glanced at her phone; there was definitely still time before she'd be late. But his mention of taking care of him all night made her blush. In truth, it was more like they hugged each other all night.
Calla lowered her head and thought for a few seconds. Then, she looked up, her eyes meeting Pierre's with firm resolve. "Pierre, you're Clover's godfather. You're playing the role of a father now. "I've moved on and am no longer interested in pursuing a relationship, at least not right now. Given your exceptional qualities and character, you deserve someone better. I'm not the right person for you, being a divorced woman with a child."After getting to know him, Pierre was indeed the kind of man a woman could entrust her life to. Calla was touched by his deep affection for her. But in the end, he wasn't the man who could make her heart flutter.Pierre was too perfect—his looks, character, abilities, and even his family background were impeccable. She couldn't be selfish as to burden him with responsibilities that he shouldn't have to bear.At this moment, Calla felt a twinge of regret. She regretted embracing him last night to help him sweat out the fever. Perhaps she had given hi
After speaking, Calla resolutely got out of the car and quickly strode toward the tall building ahead. Pierre watched her departing figure as she disappeared into the building. Then, he slammed his fist hard against the steering wheel, causing the horn to emit a sharp sound. The car quickly sped into the lane, disappearing like a flash of lightning.That day, Calla was late regardless. She sat at her desk, distracted and absent-minded, her thoughts unsettled by Pierre's actions. Emotionally, Calla knew that she only felt gratitude and admiration for Pierre. It was not the kind of romantic feelings that made one's heart race. However, what concerned her most were the issues Pierre mentioned that Clover would face in the future.After thinking it over, Calla knew that it was pointless for her to feel troubled. She couldn't accept Pierre's proposal, as she didn't want to repay kindness with emotion. Instead, she decided to focus on doing her best to support Clover and create a bet
"What's this?" Pierre frowned as he watched Calla hand him the leather envelope.Calla replied with a smile, "This is the ten thousand dollars you lent me last time. I've saved up enough to return it to you."Pierre's expression quickly darkened at those words. His tone became somewhat harsh as he asked, "What's the meaning of this?"Calla looked at Pierre innocently and replied, "Nothing, really. I've just saved up the money and am returning what I owe you."She found Pierre's reaction a little baffling. It was just a matter of paying back a debt—why would he be unhappy about it?Visibly upset, Pierre took the envelope from Calla with an expression that revealed his hurt. "Calla, do you think I'm the kind of person who takes advantage of others?"Calla was puzzled. "What do you mean? Why would I ever think that?""When I lent you the money, I had no other intentions or conditions attached. The suggestion I made to you a few days ago… it was from the heart. If you won't agree to