Chapter 3: Meet the ex-boyfriend

Harris sighed and put down the phone. Even though he wanted to text Mr.R to answer his questions, Harris did not dare. Harris can't imagine if Mr.R was Ryan. And then, what would he do? Although he was sure the result was 80%, Harris did not dare to ask.

Harris was curious to know if Mr.R would reply to his messages. The two were just a one-night stand, and Mr.R was under no obligation to tell him his identity. Harris rubs his forehead, knowing what to do next. Harris didn't know, which made his mind even more confused. He pouted, lying down on his desk.

Time passed very quickly. On the third day after the meeting ended, LX company chose Harris' company as a partner. Harris accompanied Ryan to sign the contract. During that time, Ryan never mentioned asking him to be his secretary. Harris also didn't say it at first because he hadn't thought it through, but the silence made Harris think the past few days were just an illusion. At the end of the contract, Ryan wanted to talk to him again.

"What were you thinking?" Ryan asked directly, while his expression was nothing out of the ordinary.

Harris hesitated. When unsure of something, he would worry about rubbing his index finger and thumb. At this point, Harris was no exception. He looked at Ryan for a moment, then said: "I haven't thought it through, boss! I've been in this department long enough! I never thought I would change my job position. The sudden change made it difficult for me to think clearly."

Before he finished speaking, Harris heard Ryan's soft laugh. He raised his head in astonishment, forgetting his nervousness as well. But when facing Ryan, he discovered that Ryan's lips were still tight, as if the smile at that time was just an illusion. Harris wasn't sure and wanted to take a closer look. It was just his actions that displeased Ryan.

"Do you know that staring someone in the face is impolite?"

After Ryan finished speaking, there was a knock on the door. Ryan looked at the watch on his wrist, then told Harris: "Tonight there was a party to celebrate that we won the contract. It's best to spend the night. You should give me an extracted answer."

In the end, Ryan stood up, and his assistant also pushed open the door: "Boss, I need to confirm the information in the upcoming plan."

While speaking, the assistant looked into the meeting room. She was a little surprised when she saw Harris. But with professionalism, she just smiled and nodded to him once. Harris also stood up, returning to his workplace office. Vera happily walked over as soon as he sat down on his butt.

She smiled and clapped her hands to attract everyone's attention: "Tonight we have a party to celebrate this important contract. Of course, the owner will be our big boss. So, everyone, don't worry about money. Just come and enjoy yourself!"

When Vera finished the sentence, everyone in the office clapped their hands together. Their planning department only had eighteen people, including Vera. Everyone is young, enthusiastic, and liberal. Of course, no one wants to go to a stiff party, so nearly everyone wants to have it at a bar.

"Harris, do you have any ideas? After all, you are the biggest contributor to this plan!" Vera winked and playfully said, "Even if you want a pool party, our boss won't say no!"

When she finished, many people laughed. Harris coughed and waved his hand: "I follow everyone's wishes. Vera, don't joke like that. You know I'm so boring!"

Vera sighed, shrugging her shoulders to show she didn't mind such things. She patted the table, then said, "Today, everyone will be able to leave early to slap themselves. I'll text the location and time in the group. Everyone, be pretty and enjoy this rare party tonight!"

Vera leaves, and the whole office explodes. Clinton leaned close to Harris's desk and asked cheerfully, "Do you have a car? Do you need me to come to pick you up?" Harris slightly avoids Clinton. He feels Clinton is a bit too close to him.

Harris didn't like this, his eyes darkening. He shifted to the side a little as if to avoid Clinton.

Clinton was also subtly aware of Harris's aloofness, smiling as he waited for Harris to answer. Harris shook his head: "I don't have a car, but I will take a taxi."

Harris continued: "Tonight is a celebratory party. We're going to drink. Drunk can't drive, Clinton. I suggest you take a taxi!"

Clinton raised her eyes slightly, thought for a moment, then nodded: "You're right! That I haven't thought about properly. I'm going home to pack my clothes and rest for a while. Do you want to come home with me?"

Harris heard that and hesitated. Clinton had said their house was on the same road in the past, but Harris knew it was the opposite. Harris could hardly get Clinton's unwarranted enthusiasm. He politely refused: "Thanks, but I'll be back in a while. You go first!"

After saying that, Harris continued his salaried work. When Harris turned his head away, he missed Clinton's disappointed gaze. He heard the sound of Clinton tidying up. After Clinton left, Harris relaxed.

Suddenly, the phone on the desk vibrated, and Harris frowned. Very few people would text during business hours, except for his damn ex-boyfriend!

Sure, the sender of the message was Andy!

"Harris, I'm waiting at the coffee shop across from your office!"

It is Andy's first text message after they broke up. Harris stares at the text before he sees Andy's domineering love. So, no matter how unreasonable Andy's requests are, he will obediently obey. Sometimes, even during working hours, if Andy asked to meet him, he would quit and run to find him.

All because Andy wants to play romantic games, give him flowers, and take him to see the street. Andy never thought Harris would be so busy then, but then he forgave Andy. Because Andy said that he was like that because he loved him so much. Now, after the breakup, Harris finds it incredibly bullshit.

How miserable he's been these days, but Andy has never texted any messages. The first message he sent was that he wanted Harris to meet him in the middle of work. Harris is a little uncomfortable, but the three-year relationship cannot be said to let go. Harris looked around the office, and after Vera said that, everyone started to leave.

Harris didn't stay any longer. He took his briefcase and went straight to the coffee shop Andy had scheduled to meet.

"Harris, I'm here!" Andy raised his hand and smiled at Harris. The separation of the two has never happened.

Andy pushed the menu in front of Harris, "Choose a drink!"

Harris waved his hand, "I don't drink anything; I have to go home after talking. Tonight, my company has a small party."

Andy nodded when he heard that and assessed Harris, just like when they were still in love. Suddenly, Andy's hand reached out, wanting to touch his cheek. Harris jerked backward, the air thick with embarrassment. Andy curled his lips into a smile, narrowing his eyes, and gently stroked Harris' cheek with his thumb.

"I just wanted to help you wipe the ink off!" Andy spoke in a monstrous tone: "Looks like you've changed!"

"Andy!" Harris couldn't hold it any longer and pushed away the hand stroking his face. "It was you who said broke up. Andy, to me, breaking up is no joke. I'm not in the habit of munching on old grass. I ask you to look directly at this truth!"

Andy tilted his head. His lips curled into a faint smile, then an extreme lack of laughter: "Harris, the more you are like this, the more I love you!"

Hearing those words, Harris' face turned pale. He's always known his ex-boyfriend says something extraordinary. But Harris previously thought it was because Andy wanted to express his love. Now, Harris finds it morbid. Harris wanted to get up, but a shout stopped him from Andy.

"Sit down!"

Harris' whole body stiffened; he bit his lip, then slowly sat down.

"Andy, do you know how perverted you are yourself?"

"You didn't say that before!" Andy narrowed his eyes and said, "Have you changed your heart to someone else?"

Harris heard this and became angry, "Andy, even if I love someone else, it's none of your business. Andy, you make me feel so uncomfortable. If we break up, please don't bother me anymore!"

Andy's smile never faltered. He knocked on the table, then raised his hand, pointing to the skin behind his ear. "Harris, I saw the hickey on your neck that day. Harris, you're nothing but a promiscuous slut! We only broke up for a day, and you rushed to find another man to fuck you! We've been together for three years, and you won't even let me kiss deeply. Even when I have lust, you shyly say that you want to spend the first time on a meaningful occasion!"

"Fuck, Harris, you mean the occasion is when we broke up, right?" Andy went crazy. He crushed the coffee cup in front of Harris: "Fuck, I should have raped you then. Anyway, you always want men like that…."

A hand was placed on Andy's shoulder, squeezing so hard that he couldn't continue. Andy groaned in pain, wanting to escape this hand, but he couldn't. He yelled angrily, "Fuck, who the fuck are you?"

Harris looked at the man who had just appeared, his usual cold face. Even now, Harris felt a flash of anger in his blue eyes. As if finding support, the stone in Harris's heart fell. He only now discovered that his face was full of tears.

Ryan said coldly: "Looks like you're using words to insult him!"

"What the hell does that have to do with you?" Andy was going crazy and still hadn't escaped the madness he had just been through.

"He is my employee!" Ryan calmly replied. The hand gripping his shoulder loosened: "I think it is my responsibility to protect the employee when you are harassing him."

Ryan's tone was so hard that even I was startled. Andy disagrees. He wants to get rid of Ryan's control but to no avail. He gritted his teeth and glared at Ryan: "Don't meddle in other people's business! I'm just teaching my lover again!"

"Lover?" Ryan raised his eyebrows and smirked, "So why did I just hear Harris say that you're just his ex-boyfriend?"