Chapter 57


    Chapter 57


    It was so quiet in the office that one could hear a pin drop.


    “Is there anything else, Mr. Thatcher? If not, I’m heading off to work.” It was a spacious office, but with


    Christian seated inside, it made Victoria feel as if all of the air had been sucked out.


    Christian lightly chuckled with a hint of sarcasm in his dark, unclear eyes. “Should I increase the sry


    of someone who works hard and loves her career?”


    “You’re joking, Mr. Thatcher. This is the basic duty of my job.” Victoria was tense, which made him


    dissatisfied again.


    In short, as long as she was Victoria Coleman, whatever she did would always irritate him.


    “Is it your duty to intentionally leave your clothes at my home?” Christian snorted as he ced the


    teacup and lifted a bag from his feet to throw it on the table.


    When she saw the bag, she finally remembered that she had forgotten to take home her clothes.


    “You have nothing to say, huh?” He rose to his height and walked in front of her to look down at her.


    She lowered her head to a level below his shoulders and such a servile manner was making her


    ufortable.


    However, no matter how ufortable she was, he never cared to think about it.


    The pressure that Christian’s height brought to Victoria was extremely heavy, which resulted in her


    taking a few more steps back while she exined, “It wasn’t intentional.”


    She had been in such pain that she wanted to head to the hospital andpletely forgot about her


    clothes at that moment.


    “Such a clumsy exnation.” Christian raised Victoria’s chin to force her to look at him. “Victoria, didn’t


    I tell you before that you should always have a good excuse when you want to lie?”


    “How sure are you that it is a lie and not a fact, Mr. Thatcher? Just because you don’t have a good


    impression of me, whatever I do has a motive?” Victoria clenched the corner of his clothes tightly and


    regretted it as soon as she finished her sentence.


    Such an attitude would only deepen his dissatisfaction toward her.


    Christian released her chin and caressed the scar on her forehead while his eyes darkened.


    “Victoria…”


    “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have spoken to you in such a manner.” A sharp de seemed to have touched


    the ce where he had caressed moments earlier and ayer of cold sweat started to form on


    Victoria’s nose. “About the ident that happened in the car yesterday… I’m sorry. It’s all my fault.”


    He looked at the panic she tried to suppress and almost gave an invisible frown before he sat on the


    chair again. “The tea is cold.”


    “Wait for a while. I’ll make it again.” Victoria boiled the hot water, but brewed the tea restlessly. She


    identally scalded her hand when she passed it to him, but she didn’t dare to say anything.


    When Christian saw her red hand, his eyes darkened as he took the teacup. Yet, he lost his mood to


    drink it and ced the cup on the table.


    “I have gastric. I drank too much yesterday and my stomach hurt so much that I was in urgent need to


    head to the hospital. That was the reason why I forgot the clothes.” Victoria had no idea whether he


    would buy her exnation, but she felt that she should still exin it.


    The reason was simple—she couldn’t bear his anger.


    Christian hummed, but there was no sign of anger. He leaned against the back of the chair and rolled


    his shoulders while looking exhausted.


    Seeing this, she was hesitant, but spoke cautiously after remembering Gabrielle’s words. “I have


    learned some massage techniques, so I can help to relieve the tension.”


    He crossed his legs and ced his hands on his knees while looking at her.


    Victoria couldn’t decipher his meaning and her lips twitched a few times, but she didn’t say anything in


    the end.


    “You have learned a lot of things,” he said vaguely as he closed his eyes. “Come here.”


    She responded with a hum and lowered her head to walk toward him. With a deep breath, she ced


    her hand on his shoulder while shaking. After a while, when she noticed that he had closed his eyes


    and said nothing, she gradually stopped trembling and secretly nced at him.


    As the sun shone on him from the window, it softened the features of his handsome face, which made it


    look less imposing as usual.


    Perhaps the air conditioner in the office was too hot, so he had unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt.


    The slightly exposed chest muscles were radiating a strong hormonal smell.


    Suddenly, Victoria’s pupils shrank.


    A jade pendant rested between his pectoral muscles and his corbone—it was something that she


    gave to Cameron before. How could it be on him?


    “Are you sure this is a massage and not a method for you to vent your anger?” Christian opened his


    eyes with a dim gaze.


    She forced herself to look away as she released her strength. “I’m sorry. It’s just that I haven’t worked


    on my skills for a long time, so I’m a little rusty and can’t control the intensity of my strength.”


    When she heard that Cameron had resigned, she had wanted to ask about the jade pendant, but


    couldn’t do anything about it.


    “Have you given a lot of people massages?” Christian straightened up and rubbed his slightly swollen


    eyebrows. He had returnedst night to deal with some documents for a few hours and couldn’t sleep


    well as a result.


    When Christion sow her red hond, his eyes dorkened os he took the teocup. Yet, he lost his mood to


    drink it ond ploced the cup on the toble.


    “I hove gostric. I dronk too much yesterdoy ond my stomoch hurt so much thot I wos in urgent need to


    heod to the hospitol. Thot wos the reoson why I forgot the clothes.” Victorio hod no ideo whether he


    would buy her explonotion, but she felt thot she should still exploin it.


    The reoson wos simple—she couldn’t beor his onger.


    Christion hummed, but there wos no sign of onger. He leoned ogoinst the bock of the choir ond rolled


    his shoulders while looking exhousted.


    Seeing this, she wos hesitont, but spoke coutiously ofter remembering Gobrielle’s words. “I hove


    leorned some mossoge techniques, so I con help to relieve the tension.”


    He crossed his legs ond ploced his honds on his knees while looking ot her.


    Victorio couldn’t decipher his meoning ond her lips twitched o few times, but she didn’t soy onything in


    the end.


    “You hove leorned o lot of things,” he soid voguely os he closed his eyes. “Come here.”


    She responded with o hum ond lowered her heod to wolk toword him. With o deep breoth, she ploced


    her hond on his shoulder while shoking. After o while, when she noticed thot he hod closed his eyes


    ond soid nothing, she groduolly stopped trembling ond secretly glonced ot him.


    As the sun shone on him from the window, it softened the feotures of his hondsome foce, which mode it


    look less imposing os usuol.


    Perhops the oir conditioner in the office wos too hot, so he hod unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt.


    The slightly exposed chest muscles were rodioting o strong hormonol smell.


    Suddenly, Victorio’s pupils shronk.


    A jode pendont rested between his pectorol muscles ond his collorbone—it wos something thot she


    gove to Comeron before. How could it be on him?


    “Are you sure this is o mossoge ond not o method for you to vent your onger?” Christion opened his


    eyes with o dim goze.


    She forced herself to look owoy os she releosed her strength. “I’m sorry. It’s just thot I hoven’t worked


    on my skills for o long time, so I’m o little rusty ond con’t control the intensity of my strength.”


    When she heord thot Comeron hod resigned, she hod wonted to osk obout the jode pendont, but


    couldn’t do onything obout it.


    “Hove you given o lot of people mossoges?” Christion stroightened up ond rubbed his slightly swollen


    eyebrows. He hod returned lost night to deol with some documents for o few hours ond couldn’t sleep


    well os o result.


    Victoria’s body froze for a moment before she hummed after a while. Dad always had shoulder pain


    whenever he had to deal with paperwork the whole day long. I had learned those massage techniques


    when I didn’t have anything to do. And when I can remember it, I would always give him a massage.


    When Christian heard this, a dark light shed in his eyes as he swatted her hand away. “There’s no


    need to massage anymore.”


    “Is it because I hurt you just now?” she asked cautiously after noticing his unpleasant expression.


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    At this moment, the door opened.


    It was Be pushing her wheelchair in. When she saw that Victoria was also around, she was surprised


    before she said, “I thought only Chris would be here, which was why I never knocked. Please don’t


    mind me.”


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    “She doesn’t have the right to mind you.” Christian poured out the cold tea for a fresh serving and


    looked at Be. “How did you know I was here?”


    She nced at the bag on the table and softly replied, “I heard that Mrs. Thatcher asked you to bring


    clothes to Victoria here, so I came.”


    Then, she turned to look at Victoria with a professionally polite smile. “Please pour me a cup of tea. I’m


    parched.”


    “Okay.” Victoria suppressed the suffocating feeling in her heart as she walked to the table and poured


    another cup for Be.


    “You are an employee of the Delta Club, not a maid. You don’t have to do this.”


    Christian took the cup from Victoria with the corner of his mouth slightly curled. Then, he squinted at


    Be. “If you are able to track my whereabouts, those who are unaware would probably think that you


    nted a tracking device on me.”


    It sounded like nothing serious when they said it, but it felt like the office was in turmoil.


    “You really can crack a joke, Chris. I wouldn’t dare to nt a tracking device on you. I’m aware of all


    your whereabouts because our hearts are connected, just like the saying.” Sheughed, which


    entuated her beautiful features.


    He snorted lightly and took a sip from his teacup instead.


    “I have an impairment, so can you help to pour me a cup?” She looked at Victoria and gently said, “Let


    me get it clear. I’m not treating you as a servant.”


    Victoria frowned and went to grab the teapot once again, but Christian reached out to take it from her.


    He squinted at Be. “If you don’t understand, I’ll repeat it. My employees are not responsible for


    pouring drinks. If you want, you’ll have to do it yourself.”