Chapter 161


    “Since you''re so adamant on keeping our rtionship under wraps, I shall fulfill your wish,” Michael


    coldly replied and stormed out of the door without even sparing a second nce at me.


    I was baffled to see him infuriated. I don''t think I said anything wrong, so why is he so angry? Could it


    be because of that message?


    As I thought of that message he sent me, I was overwhelmed with guilt once again.


    I hurriedly shook my head to get rid of any thoughts rting to Michael and directed my attention back


    to continue with dinner preparation.


    Nheless, he did not return when dinner was ready. I sat at the dining table and waited for him, yet


    he never appeared even after two hours.


    Every night, we would eat dinner together in this house without fail. That had slowly be a habit of


    mine. As such, I could not get used to his absence that night and only ate a few bites before going for a


    bath and then to bed.


    I had always told myself not to hold Michael in a special ce in my heart and to learn to be indifferent


    andposed so that there was no way I would fall in love with him.


    After all, the one who got aroused first will be the loser between the two of us.


    That night, Michael did not return. I was worried and had no idea where he went, but I suppressed the


    urge to call him.


    In the next few days, he did not set foot at Birchwood either. I had only seen him in thepany during


    the day. I desperately wanted to ask if he had gone to the mansion, or perhaps he had gone to some


    other woman''s house instead.


    Nevertheless, I knew that I was in no position to ask those questions because I was the one who had


    asked him to keep a distance. Thus, my question would only add to his displeasure.


    I grabbed a document, headed toward the CEO''s office, and chanced upon an opportunity to knock on


    Michael''s room door when no one was noticing me.


    I waited till his voice sounded from inside before I pushed open the door and walked in.


    I came in to see Michael, with his head lowered, focused on going through the documents. I was a little


    hesitant as I came in front of him, unsure of what to say.


    When he finally raised his head to look at me after a long time, he furrowed his brows as he asked,


    “What''s the matter?”


    “Umm... I need you to look through this document and sign it too.”


    The moment we exchanged nces, I forgot everything that I had wanted to say as my mind went


    nk. It took me a long time before I recovered from my stupor.


    “Since you''re so adamant on keeping our rtionship under wraps, I shall fulfill your wish,” Michael


    coldly replied and stormed out of the door without even sparing a second nce at me.


    “That is the work of a secretary. Why are you, an employee from the design department, sending the


    document and asking for signature?” Michael exposed me mercilessly while looking at me coldly.


    I only wanted to find an excuse to get in his room, so I did not think much else at all.


    “I-I...”


    “Tell me. What''s the matter?”


    I had wanted to exin myself, yet Michael did not give me a chance to do so. He did not spare me


    another nce after saying those words to me.


    “Were you staying at the mansion for the past few days? You haven''t been back at Birchwood...” I


    hesitated for a long time before finally putting those words out in a low voice.


    “It''s within working hours now. Do you think it''s appropriate for you to discuss private matters now?”


    Michael''s gaze turned colder and I could sense that suffocating chill from the look in his eyes.


    “I...”


    Panic rose in my heart instantly as I did not expect him to lose his temper. I wanted to exin myself


    but was interrupted by him.


    “Get out of here!” he snarled.


    My eyes flickered. When I finally regained my senses, I felt sad as I could not believe Michael would let


    out his frustration on me.


    Tears welled up in my red-rimmed eyes, but I forcefully held my tears back even though I felt indignant


    about it.


    I turned and hurried out of the CEO''s office and returned to my desk.


    On my way back from the CEO''s office, many eyes swung at me, all of whom held a trace of ridicule on


    their faces.


    Even though it felt like my insides were tearing apart, I ignored their mockery and tried to keep my


    composure in front of them as I did not want them to see me at my weakest state.


    While in thepany for the past few days, Michael did not even spare me a nce at all, let alone


    talk to me. Who knew it would end up this way when I finally decided to take the initiative to approach


    him today. Of course, I felt disheartened and miserable.


    Besides, I just had a streak of bad luck recently without any reason. There had been too many unlucky


    incidents—I could not find my documents; the saved files on myputer went missing, and the office


    chair broke apart.


    I had a creeping feeling that someone had been setting me up intentionally because unlucky things


    could not have happened continuously.


    Then again, it was pure suspicions in my mind. After all, I did not have any substantive evidence to


    support my ims, and everything that had happened could purely be due to my crappy luck.


    In thete evening, after settling my physiological needs at the washroom, I was about to get out when


    I realized I could not open the door at all. It felt like something had blocked it from opening.


    I tried to push the door hard, but it did not budge even a little. I began to panic at the thought that there


    would barely be anyone visiting the washroom as it was almost time to get off work.


    “Anyone there? Is anyone out there?”


    I used all my might to push the washroom door as I yelled for help. However, there was no reply. There


    was only dead silence outside, as though no one was around.


    When I remembered I could use my phone to call for help and tried to reach for it, I realized that I had


    left it on my desk. That meant I could not contact anybody toe and save me.


    Helplessness and fear struck me once again. I did not know what I should do at that moment.


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    So if I can''t get out, does that mean I''ll have to spend the night inside this washroom?


    “Anybody there? Please help me!”


    Refusing to give up, I continued to scream for help. Simrly, no one replied from outside.


    Time was ticking, but no one came to my help. It was made worse by the wind from the air conditioner


    in the washroom that only seemed to get colder than before.


    Technically speaking, the air conditioner was usually switched off after working hours. Why is it still so


    cold?


    I squatted near the door of the washroom, and the increasingly cold air only made me shivered


    uncontrobly. I could not wrap my mind around who the person was behind this incident.


    No one had ever locked the door to the washroom in normal circumstances. What''s wrong today? Who


    is behind this?


    I was now certain that someone indeed had deliberately locked me up in here. Even if I were so out of


    luck, it was impossible that a series of unlucky events happened to me continuously.


    Even so, there was nothing I could do. I could not even get out of the washroom, and I reckoned I


    would not be able to hold out any longer if the temperature remained cold in there.


    A long time had passed, and I could only feel my whole body freezing. The washroom was so cold that


    I felt no trace of warmth even when I curled myself up in a corner.