No Chance Of Remarriage: Get Lost Chapter 116

Chapter 116 His Patience Running Thin Seeing Gareth walking toward the door, Thomas quickly spoke up, “Mr. Wickam, Ms. Benett is here to see you.”

Ms. Benett? Gareth shot him a questioning look, and Thomas understood immediately and specified, “Ms. Linda Benett.”

Gareth’s obsidian eyes instantly narrowed at the mention of her name. “Tell her I’m not here.” At this point, Gareth had already reached the door to his office, and Thomas’ face visibly paled.

Linda, who got up excitedly upon hearing Gareth’s voice, instantly froze when she heard those words behind the door. Her smile stiffened. She must’ve heard him wrong; he was probably referring to those pesky business partners of his who wouldn’t leave him alone... right?

Embracing that comforting thought in mind, Thomas’ voice suddenly sounded from outside the door again, “Mr. Wickam, Ms.

Benett is already in your office waiting for you.”

Linda’s heart skipped a beat, as if her expectations were about to be overturned. Even through the tiny gap under the door, she could feel a cold, stagnant air drifting into the room, filling the entire office. Her heart sank to her stomach as she became more flustered. Is the person he doesn’t want to see really me?!

As if on cue, the door swung opened and Linda quickly recomposed herself, meeting Gareth’s indifferent eyes. She feigned a smile and said, “Garry, you’re back! I came an hour ago, but it was still too late. Otherwise, you could’ve had this porridge before the meeting. I’ll have to make sure to come earlier tomorrow.” She opened the box of porridge she had made for him. “This is still warm, here try—”

“I’ve already had breakfast. There’s no need to send me meals in the future.” Gareth cut her off.

Linda clutched the lunch box tightly, her expression dejected. “Garry, are you worried I won’t be able to make it well? I’ve done it before.”

Irritation twinged in his heart, but he swallowed it when he remembered how she had been comatose because of him. He spoke softly, “It hasn’t been long since you’ve recovered. So, you don’t have to trouble yourself with such things. Besides, you aren’t familiar with my taste.”

Linda breathed a sigh of relief. “It’s alright, Garry. I’m fine now. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“Why don’t you head back first?” Gareth suggested with a forced sense of calmness. “I still have a lot to do, so I won’t be able to spend any time with you today.”

Hearing that, Linda’s smile faded a little. She opened her mouth to say something, to tell him she wanted to stay by his side. But the words were suppressed by her reason. Her intuition told her that he must be dissatisfied with something she did.

Was it because she entered his office without permission? After all, his office was where all his secrets were contained. It would be easy for her, as part of Benett Group, to dig up dirt on Wickam Group and use that information to her advantage.

Sucking in a breath, she started slowly, “Since you’re busy now, how about we have lunch together at noon?”

“I’ve got a business lunch to attend.” Gareth responded matter-of-factly, not bothering to lift his head up from the desk to look at her.

Linda pursed her lips. “Well then, I’ll leave you be for now. Don’t push yourself too hard, remember to take rests every now and then.”

Gareth didn’t respond, his expression cold and stiff, obviously running thin on patience.

Linda fidgeted with the lunch box in hand, hesitating before placing it on his desk in case he wanted to have a bite later. And hopefully, he would remember the taste of her goodness.

Just like that, she walked out of the office and shut the door behind her. No sooner after that did she hear a loud and cold stern voice.