LittleNovelEvening rolled in.
Eliza wasn't heading home.
She was crashing at the office again.
Casper waited at home, but by the tthe clock ticked close to midnight, he couldn't sit still any longer. He hopped into his car and drove over to Welton International.
Sure enough, the lights on the thirteenth floor were still blazing.
After parking, he took the elevator up to the thirteenth floor.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe security system was still in place, blocking his entry.
Standing at the door, he called Eliza, "Hey?" "Is something wrong?" Eliza, fresh out of a shower and feeling pretty beat, was just about to call it a night. "Can it wait until tomorrow?" "Open the door, I'm right outside your office." His voice was a bit rough, carrying a humble edge. "I just want to see you." "I'm about to sleep." Her words were laced with a touch of rejection.
"Then I'll wait till you wake up." His voice had a note of determination.
She sighed, her response tinged with reluctance, "I'm really tired." "Then I'll be here, waiting, until you're ready to see me." His voice was calm and respectful, without a hint of annoyance.
But it made Eliza feel pressured.
She squeezed her phone tightly, her emotions swirling.
After a moment's hesitation, she slipped on a light coat and slowly walked to the door.
Their eyes met briefly as she looked up, but Eliza quickly glanced away. With a twist of her fingers, the door unlocked, and she stepped out. "Visitors aren't allowed at the company, you should head back." "Without you, what's the point of going back to that house?" He stepped closer, wrapping her gently in his arms. "I'm sorry. I didn't handle my temper well, and my attitude was off. I'm working on it. Please don't stay mad at me, okay?" Eliza knew that in any relationship, arguments were inevitable.
But she didn't want to fight over something so trivial.
It felt pointless.
"Casper, I just need sspace, and I think you do too." Her voice was steady and calm.
He got it; she wasn't ready to forgive him yet.
But in his heart, he knew he hadn't done anything wrong.
"Does it really have to be like this?" He slowly released her, thinking this issue shouldn't drive a wedge between them. "Do we need to argue over who's right or wrong, blowing up small things? Elle, we're partners; we should trust and support each other, not nitpick over every little thing." Eliza was taken aback.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhat was he getting at? Was he calling her petty? Or was he suggesting that she had no right to question him, and should just blindly trust and understand him? Did he want someone who'd just smile and nod, without any emotions? "I'm not a puppet, Casper, and I can't pretend to be one." Suddenly, the thought crossed her mind that maybe they weren't as compatible as she thought. "Let's put the wedding photos on hold... We need ve to seriously look at our relationship." "What do you mean?" Was she saying she didn't want to marry him anymore? "Is it just because of one message that you want to leave me?" She couldn't grasp why he was playing dumb.
Did he think that all their issues could just be patched up with an apology, acting.
like nothing ever happened? She needed him to face the problem and find a real solution, not brush it off.
"Casper, is it really just about one message?"
"Then tell me, what's the real issue? I didn't send the message; I evenm What did blocked Kate, What did I do wrong? Tell me, Eliza, how can I make things right?" He held her shoulders tightly.
In the quiet corridor, his low, pleading voice echoed.
"It's my fault, okay? It's all on me.", She was too tired to argue anymore; too toa worn out Casper, you're not she fel at fault, I am. Can I just have a bit of tto cool off?"
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