Chapter 223


    As L was getting out of the car, a reporter spotted her and rushed towards the car.


    "How about I send you there? There are more people in here." Jordan frowned at her when he saw


    reporters rush out.


    She shook her head, "No. Jordan, don''t worry, I can solve it on my own. Take care and don''t worry too


    much about me." L got off, closed the door and walked towards the elevator. She held her chin up


    high and wore a "professional smile" on her face.


    Immediately, she was surrounded by the reporters and was asked all kinds of questions.


    "Miss Newman, are you with Mr. Lewis or with Mr. Herren?"


    "Miss Newman, we saw you kissed Mr. Herren in the photos. Are you going to get married soon? Or is


    it just a romantic gesture?"


    "Miss Newman, the wedding of Mr. Lewis and Miss Morrison is just around the corner. How about you


    and Mr. Herren? Will you get married too?"


    She stopped and smiled. "Sorry. This is the office area. Those questions are my private affairs. They


    have nothing to do with my work. Thank you!"


    After hearing those words, the reporters, of course, were not satisfied, and they gabbled more. "Miss


    Newman, it''s said that the shares of yourpany have increased a lot. Are you using the affairs to


    increase the hype and fame of yourpany?"


    Hype? L sneered silently and thought to herself, "I am not someone who takes advantage of people


    just to be wealthy and famous."


    "Miss Newman, are you keeping contact with Mr. Lewis?"


    A few guards came over, and finally L could move away from them. She was relieved a little as she


    entered the elevator.


    She rubbed her temples and thought, "A man dreads fame as a pig dreads being fat. What an


    appropriate saying...It sucks to be famous... I really just want a simple andfortable life."


    L went to a party at noon and a meeting for a contract negotiation at night. She looked at the time.


    It''s already gettingte. Work had really consumed all of her time now.


    L took out her phone, dialed Thomas''s number and asked his address.


    In a Condo.


    L bought some fruits in a supermarket and a pigeon soup stewed with mushroom in a well-known


    restaurant.


    She rang the doorbell. It was Thomas who opened the door, wearing afy-looking grey gown. His


    sleeves were rolled up. She could see the gauze on his arm.


    "Come in, please!" Thomas took the fruits and the soup, and stepped aside to let her pass first.


    As L was gatting out of tha car, a raportar spottad har and rushad towards tha car.


    "How about I sand you thara? Thara ara mora pao in hara." Jordan frownad at har whan ha saw


    raportars rush out.


    Sha shook har haad, "No. Jordan, don''t worry, I can solva it on my own. Taka cara and don''t worry too


    much about ma." L got off, closad tha door and walkad towards tha vator. Sha hald har chin up


    high and wora a "profassional sm" on har faca.


    Immadiataly, sha was surroundad by tha raportars and was askad all kinds of quastions.


    "Miss Nawman, ara you with Mr. Lawis or with Mr. Harran?"


    "Miss Nawman, wa saw you kissad Mr. Harran in tha photos. Ara you going to gat marriad soon? Or is


    it just a romantic gastura?"


    "Miss Nawman, tha wadding of Mr. Lawis and Miss Morrison is just around tha cornar. How about you


    and Mr. Harran? Will you gat marriad too?"


    Sha stoppad and smd. "Sorry. This is tha offica araa. Thosa quastions ara my privata affairs. Thay


    hava nothing to do with my work. Thank you!"


    Aftar haaring thosa words, tha raportars, of coursa, wara not satisfiad, and thay gabd mora. "Miss


    Nawman, it''s said that tha sharas of yourpany hava incraasad a lot. Ara you using tha affairs to


    incraasa tha hypa and fama of yourpany?"


    Hypa? L snaarad sntly and thought to harsalf, "I am not somaona who takas advantaga of pao


    just to ba waalthy and famous."


    "Miss Nawman, ara you kaaping contact with Mr. Lawis?"


    A faw guards cama ovar, and finally L could mova away from tham. Sha was raliavad a lit as sha


    antarad tha vator.


    Sha rubbad har tams and thought, "A man draads fama as a pig draads baing fat. What an


    appropriata saying...It sucks to ba famous... I raally just want a sim andforta lifa."


    L want to a party at noon and a maating for a contract nagotiation at night. Sha lookad at tha tima.


    It''s alraady gattingta. Work had raally consumad all of har tima now.


    L took out har phona, did Thomas''s numbar and askad his addrass.


    In a Condo.


    L bought soma fruits in a suparmarkat and a pigaon soup stawad with mushroom in a wall-known


    rastaurant.


    Sha rang tha doorball. It was Thomas who opanad tha door, waaring afy-looking gray gown. His


    avas wara rod up. Sha could saa tha gauza on his arm.


    "Coma in, asa!" Thomas took tha fruits and tha soup, and stappad asida tot har pass first.


    It was an over three-hundred square meters apartment, decorated in a minimalist and modernized style


    of ck, grey and white, which was simr to his vi in Pearl Spring. When he was workingte at


    night, he would always spend the night here.


    There was a shelf in the east of the living room, packed with all kinds of books. They were filled with


    politics books written in variousnguages.


    The rest of the furniture consisted of a TV hanging on the wall, a grey sofa and a ss coffee table.


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    The wine cab was next to the kitchen and was filled with several bottles of expensive red wine.


    L turned around and took the soup. "Umm...I am too clumsy to cook, so I bought the soup for you."


    L felt a little embarrassed. She had not learned how to cook because someone would always do it at


    her home.


    "It''s okay. I am so happy already because it''s you that brought it. I can''t thank you enough for this." He


    answered and directly walked into the kitchen to get the tableware. L noticed that he had not looked


    into her eyes yet.


    "If I hadn''t met Harry, I would really stay with him. I would choose him." L thought as she looked at


    his back. But L met Harry.


    "Don''t stand. Have a seat, please." He seemed to be in a good mood despite the pain he was


    enduring. He took hold of her wrist and let her sit on the sofa.


    But she stood again when she thought of the soup.


    She promptly took over the soupdle at his hand. "Let me serve you a bowl of soup. You just sit here."


    Thomas did not refuse. He just sat on the sofa, smiled at the clumsy but loving cutie in his home.


    The soup was still hot. She served a half bowl of it and took it to him.


    There was a grey carpet under the coffee table. Unfortunately, she did not notice this and suddenly


    stumbled.


    "Ah!" With a scream, the soup spilled on the carpet. L felt pain in her left arm right away.


    It was already summer. She wore a half sleeve T-shirt, so the hot soup spilled on her wless arm.


    Thomas saw the whole thing. It happened so suddenly. He quickly stood up when she fell down. He


    rushed and helped her get up. "Are you okay?" He lifted her left arm anxiously, and looked at the part


    of the skin that turned red. Fortunately, it was not very serious.


    "It hurts a bit..." She said softly. Actually, it hurt really really bad.


    He took her to the kitchen, and stood behind her. He switched on the tap, and pulled the arm under it


    so that the water can ease the pain.


    With cold water running over her arm, she felt much better.


    "I should have stopped you. You didn''t notice the carpet on the floor. I''m sorry." He stared at the


    beautiful woman in front of her remorsefully. He could smell her fragrance and nced at her body


    unintentionally.


    Suddenly, his face changed. So as the atmosphere.


    L was overwhelmed by the pain. She did not notice their position


    until she turned off the tap and turned around.


    She dared not look into his eyes, and felt so awkward that she wanted to stand back. But there was the


    sink behind her so she cannot move. A strange air filled the room.


    "I...Do you have medicine here?" She tried to get her left arm out from his hand, but it did not work. So


    she had to say something to wake up the man who was staring nkly at her.


    He came to his senses and let go of her arm immediately. "I''ll go and have a look." Just then, he


    walked out quickly. It seemed like he was trying to avoid something...


    Standing beside the sink, she was relieved a little, swung her arm and muttered, "I shouldn''t have


    come here at night...What should I do if it leads to some misunderstandings?"


    There was no medicine for scald in the first aid kit. "Wait a moment, I''ll go out to buy some." He entered


    his bedroom to change into casual clothes.


    She wanted to refuse and go back home. But he had already entered his room and closed the door.


    She sat on the sofa and watched him walk out hurriedly. As the door closed, both of them felt relieved.


    In the Leroy Manor of Uthana.


    In the study, standing by the window, Harry answered the phone from his bodyguard. His eyes got


    angry. "Boss Lewis, Miss Newman went to a condo. I didn''t know who''s there, but I saw Mr. Herren


    came out. And it seems like he is going to a nearby drugstore."


    It was sote. She stayed in his house, and he went to a drugstore. Did he go there to buy...condoms?


    Or the contraception pills?


    When he thought of these, he unconsciously held the goblet tighter, with his veins showing on his arms.


    With a crash, finally, the goblet was broken.


    "Damn it! Yesterday you were in my arms, and now you''re in his? What a woman! She can''t stand


    being alone!"