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
In the afternoon, after selecting and paying for two boxes of goods, Calla's phone rang urgently.She pulled out her phone and saw that it was Fiona calling, likely to ask when she would be back.Calla swiftly answered the call. "Fiona, I'll be heading back soon—"Fiona cut her off urgently. "Ms. Sherman, Clover has a high fever. It's almost 100.4°F! Something's not right. I'm worried that she might have a seizure!" Calla instantly panicked. "How could she suddenly have a high fever?" she blurted out. "She seemed fine when I left. 100.4 °F is way too high; she could definitely get a seizure. You need to take her to the hospital right away!""I-I've never been to the hospital before. I don't know what to do!" Fiona's voice was trembling. She was nearly in tears.Even though Fiona was young, she was uneducated. Coming from the countryside to work as a nanny, she had never been to a hospital in the city.Calla felt even more anxious at those words."Ms. Sherman, when will you be
After hanging up, Calla felt relieved. For the first time, she realized how much she depended on Pierre. He had unknowingly become her emotional support.Without wasting time, Calla grabbed the two boxes of goods and hurried to catch the bus. Since the area was remote, she couldn't hail a cab even though she wanted to.Dressed in a puffer coat, wool gloves, and a knit hat, she squeezed onto the bus and headed toward the city.By the time Calla arrived at the hospital, it was already evening, with the winter sun setting early. The hospital, however, was still brightly lit.As she rushed into the hospital room, she saw Clover lying in bed, receiving an IV drip. Calla immediately rushed to her side."Clover?" Calla's expression was filled with worry as she watched Clover sleep. She gently touched Clover's face. Noticing that her fever had subsided, Calla felt a sense of relief.Standing by the bedside, Pierre noticed Calla's anxious and guilty demeanor. He reassured her, "Clover's
As he spoke, Pierre glanced out the window and took a deep breath.Calla could see that although he was speaking with ease, he still appeared somewhat uncomfortable. This made her realize that her actions had indeed hurt his feelings and pride. She regretted her actions deeply. While returning the money was the right thing to do, perhaps she did it at the wrong time.Pierre then said, "I'll go get Clover's bottle and diapers. I'll bring some daily necessities for you too. You'll probably be staying here for a few days.""Thank you." Calla nodded.Pierre turned on his heel and left the ward. After closing the door, he took another deep breath before heading out.Fiona soon returned with the food. Calla was hungry, having spent the whole day rushing about. Seeing that Clover was better, she felt more at ease, so she started to eat heartily.Meanwhile, Fiona continued to chatter away. "Ms. Sherman, Mr. Garland really cares about Clover. A few minutes after you called, he brought u
Pierre turned around when he heard Calla's voice. Seeing her serious expression, he frowned in confusion.Calla stared at Pierre, her right hand clenched into a fist. At that moment, she gathered her courage, though her legs trembled slightly. She knew that she was closing one chapter of her life by making this decision. Both she and Clover would be stepping into a new one.Pierre looked at Calla for a moment, then said, "Let's talk inside.""Okay." Calla nodded.Pierre then turned and used his key to unlock the door to his apartment. Once inside, Calla followed him in and closed the door behind her.Calla slowly walked up to Pierre. Meeting his gaze, she said, "Pierre, I accept your suggestion."Pierre's forehead creased in confusion. "What… do you mean?"Calla bit her lip, hesitating as she asked, "Have you changed your mind? If you have, just forget I said anything."She started to turn away, but Pierre quickly grabbed her wrist.Feeling the firm grip, Calla looked up to
Calla's exhilarated laughter eventually filled the room.Pierre held Calla and spun around the living room for several minutes. When they were both dizzy and breathless, he finally stopped. He gently set her down on the couch, where they both slumped, panting and disoriented.As Calla leaned back against the couch, she felt like the entire room was still spinning. A smile spread across her face as she savored the thrill of the moment. She had never been so wild and carefree before. This light-headedness felt oddly invigorating.Still catching his breath, Pierre supported himself on the couch with one hand and gazed deeply at Calla with a profound look in his eyes.Noticing his intense gaze, Calla asked softly, "What are you looking at?"Pierre suddenly reached out, cupping her chin in his hand. His eyes seemed to drink in her features as he remarked, "You're beautiful."Taken aback by the compliment, Calla remarked, "You could have complimented me about anything else. How can I c