Chapter 116

Chapter 116 Menu I approached the bed, stopping a meter away.“CEO, how’s your injury?” I used the formal “CEO,” showing respect. But he ignored me. I froze, waiting for him to speak.

Evan was reading, his eyelashes lowered. He hadn’t even glanced up since I knocked. After a minute, his long, slender fingers turned a page, the movement elegant.“Secretary Wen, don’t you think your concern is a little late?” His voice, cool and detached, filled the quiet room.

My already stiff smile froze further. I reacted quickly.“I wanted to visit you earlier, but so many people were at the hospital. I didn’t want to cause rumors, so I waited until you were discharged.”

“Rumors?” Evan raised his deep eyes. “What makes you so confident that my appearance with you would lead to such assumptions?”

My expression went blank. His words were indirect, but I understood, He was mocking my arrogance, implying I was nothing special. He was telling me no one would think that, because I was unattainable, that there was a vast gulf between our statuses, that I wasn’t worthy. It was the same condescending attitude he’d shown on the golf course when he’d rebuked me for wearing a revealing outfit, telling me not to attempt to seduce him with my beauty. An awkward silence hung in the air. My cheeks burned.“I... I’m sorry. I overthought it. I won’t think that way again,” I stammered, unable to retort.

“I’m disturbing your reading. I’ll go,” I mumbled, exiting the room awkwardly, nearly bumping into the doorframe. Evan watched the door coldly. After a moment, he closed his book, tossed it aside, leaned back, rubbed his temples, and closed his eyes in frustration. He chuckled self–deprecatingly. How childish...

I left the bedroom and headed for the entrance.“Leaving so soon?” Gary rushed from the living room, surprised. “The CEO was reading. I didn’t want to disturb him, Gary,” I said hastily, trying to smile, but it looked worse than crying.

Gary didn’t stop me, just saying to come by again. I left quickly. Gary sighed. When Evan came out for dinner, Gary, ladling soup, mumbled, “Her eyes were red when she left. Probably crying at home.”

Evan:... He put down his chopsticks.“Are you hinting at something?”

“No sir.” Gary placed the soup beside him. “I just don’t understand. You saved her, and you still made her cry and run away?”

Evan was speechless. He picked up his chopsticks, then put them down again. Finally, he asked, “Did she really cry?”

Gary:“Why don’t you go check?”

Evan, expressionless, stood up, leaving his dinner untouched.“What good does nagging do?” he said, heading toward the bedroom.