8
When Adrian’s assistant saw me, he looked like he had seen a savior.
“Madam, you’re finally here. Mr. Gu has been waiting for you for a long time.”
I followed the assistant’s gaze and saw that the door to Adrian’s office wasn’t closed. He was sitting by the floor–to–ceiling window.
He paid no attention to the night view outside, his eyes focused intently on the photo frame in his hand, occasionally reaching out to caress it.
He sat alone in the empty office. The lights from outside shone in, outlining his sharp and handsome profile.
The assistant said there was supposed to be a very important meeting tonight, but Adrian had forcibly moved it to tomorrow.
There was a time when he was the golden boy, the boss who could outmaneuver anyone.
But now he sat in his office, staring blankly at a photo.
“Hubby, it’s time to go home.”
Hearing my voice, he suddenly stood up. After a moment of stunned silence, he excitedly ran over to me, even forgetting his coat.
After helping him put on his coat, we turned to leave the office, only to bump into the secretary coming face to face.
The secretary’s eyes widened as she suddenly tripped and fell. Documents scattered all over the floor.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Gu. I’m sorry, Madam.”
