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    “Yes.”


    That was his only reply before he hung up.


    He was now the most important person when it came to solving our lighting problems. He was


    basically our a benefactor now, so I couldn’t piss him off.


    Thus, I put a jacket on over my pajamas and went to knock on his door.


    When he opened the door and saw my wet hair, he swallowed hard.


    “Does it still hurt?” he asked.


    Those four words weren’t enough for me to understand what he was talking about. I asked back,


    “What?”


    He looked down at my waist, and I immediately caught on.


    For some reason, my heart skipped a beat. “Oh. I’m fine.”


    “Wait here,” he said before turning around and leaving me to stand in his doorway, alone.


    I looked into his room through the open door. I immediately saw theptop on


    I the desk. It seemed like he had already started to work while I was showering.


    Not bad. That was an impressive show of professionalism.


    He walked over. His tall figure blocked everything behind him, so I looked at him instead. I noticed


    he was wearing the same outfit from before, but his T- shirt was tucked into his waistband, which


    made his legs look even longer.


    He practically looked like a model on the runway.


    I could understand why Kara was so intrigued. Loving beauty was human nature. Who wouldn’t


    enjoy looking at a work of art?


    “Take this and apply it to your bruise. It’s good for getting rid of bruises.” He passed me a small


    container of some sort of ointment.


    I took it from him and said, “Thanks.”


    “If it hurts really badly, you should see a doctor,” he said.


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    Both the ointment and the reminder made me wonder if he cared about me.


    The moment that thought shed in my head, I heard him say, “I don’t want anyone to dy our


    progress due to injuries and such once we officially start working.”


    I fell silent.


    So, he didn’t care about me. He just didn’t want me to dy our work.


    I scoffed inwardly at myself for being so hopelessly romantic and smiled.” Don’t worry, Mr. Howell. I


    probably want this job to end more than you do.”


    After all, that meant I no longer had to meet him any more. The sooner I finished the project and


    handed things over to Chris, the less I had to see of Brandon.


    “Thanks for this,” I said as I held up the ointment. After that, I turned around and walked back to my


    room.


    I tossed the ointment on the bed and let out a huge sigh.


    For some reason, I felt moody and down in the dumps. Kara had finished her shower and was


    wrapped up in a robe as she leaped onto the bed like some sort of professional diver.


    The very second she made contact with the bed, she let out a yelp. “Ouch! What’s this?”


    She found the ointment and looked at it closely. “Where did thise from? Is this yours, Maddie?”


    “Who else would it belong to?” I said before reaching out and taking it.


    “Why do you have this? Are you hurt?” I wanted tough at Kara’s question.


    Hadn’t she personally witnessed me falling over?


    It seemed like she had only paid attention to the moment Brandon had held me in his arms. She


    hadn’t noticed that I had bumped into anything.


    As for Brandon, he had given me the ointment because he had paid attention to the fact that I was


    injured.


    I suddenly felt like my thoughts were a mess. I closed my eyes and forced


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    myself to toss those thoughts away. Iy down on the bed and picked up my phone.


    There were a lot of new unread messages. Apart from the messages in the group chat, I had a few


    private messages too.


    Lisa had texted, “What’s up?”


    Conrad’s message read, “When are you free to take me around this city that I’m going to get lost


    in?”


    There was a notification from Chris that simply read, “This message has been


    deleted.”


    I stared at the notification, not knowing what he had deleted.


    Did he send it to the wrong person? Perhaps he had regretted his message or had said something


    he shouldn’t have.


    I let my thoughts run freely for a second before tapping into Lisa’s chat window and replying.


    Suddenly, my phone buzzed. Someone had added me as a contact.


    I opened the notification to see a profile picture of a leaf from a honey locust, tree. Next, I saw the


    name attached to it: Brandon Howell.