144. Jealous

"Sorry, sir, I'm late," Andrew said, bowing his head.

Gibran, who had been waiting for Andrew, immediately diverted his attention from the laptop in front of him. He stared at Andrew intensely, then took a long breath before exhaling sharply.

"Remember, you're my personal assistant; never mix personal matters with work," Gibran growled, looking at Andrew's disheveled appearance.

"Yes, sir!" Andrew replied briefly.

"Lift your face. Look at me!" Gibran ordered, and Andrew obeyed by raising his face, staring at Gibran's cold and flat expression as usual.

Suddenly, Gibran smiled thinly, so thin that Andrew didn't realize his boss and good friend were suppressing a amused smile. Andrew's aura had already explained the psychological condition of the man who was not in good shape.

"How long are you going to be like this, Andrew? Aren't you tired of this aimless life? Clubbing, getting drunk, one-night stands?" Gibran spoke in an informal language, indicating that he was talking as a friend r