Chapter 50
“Are you going to see the President?”
Beautiful Sophie, dressed in professional attire, asked Eleanor, who was waiting for the elevator but
hesitated to get in, with confusion.
Eleanor snapped back to reality, hurriedly shook her head and said, “Sorry, I forgot to get something.
Ms. Ratliff, you guys go
ahead.”
She then turned around and left without daring to look at them for too long.
Sophie watched Eleanor disappear and couldn’t help but say to Bernard, “What a weird assistant.
We’re not monsters, why is she so scared that she won’t even share an elevator with us?”
Bernard didn’t respond, his indifferent eyes showed no emotion as he had no interest in anything
around him.
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Seeing this, Sophie stretched out her slender hand and draped it around his arm, softly thanking him,
“Bernard, thank for taking me to the ER that night. I’ve been abroad for the past few years and not used
to the food there; I developed gastritis, and it keepsing back. I really appreciate your help.”
That day her father took her to visit the Laurence family and they discussed their engagement. In her
excitement, she had a few more drinks than she should have, not thinking it would upset her stomach
like that. Fortunately, Bernard was kind enough not to refuse her request to take her to the ER in front
of everyone.
She’d been trying to find an opportunity to thank him, but every time she visited the Laurence Group,
his assistant said he wasn’t there. If it weren’t for her father needing to speak to him today, she might
never have had the chance to say thank you.
Bernard nced at her hand on his arm, then coldly said, “You wrinkled my clothes.”
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Sophie quickly released his arm, lowered her head, and asked with disappointment, “Hasn’t your
mysophobia been cured yet?”
Bernard wiped his clothes with a handkerchief and replied coldly. It can’t be cured.”
Sophie was taken aback.
On her first day at work, he had held her hand and even allowed her to sit on hisp identally, and
he didn’t seem to mind.
The night her acute gastritis red up, it was Bernard who carried her out of the car at the ER.
She had thought that after five years, his mysophobia was gone. She didn’t expect his reply.
It probably wasn’t that it couldn’t be cured, but it was more like he had some resentment towards her
and didn’t want her to touch
him.
“I’m sorry,” Sophie exined cautiously, “I rejected your proposal five years ago because I didn’t think I
was good enough. That’s why I went abroad to study. Now I’m the president of Ratliff Group and I can
stand beside you. Can you please stop being mad at
me?”
Bernard’s cold demeanor softened slightly as he nced at Sophie. My illness has nothing to do with
you, don’t overthink it,” he
reassured her.
Sophie finally felt a sense of relief. Understanding that Bernard had always struggled with mysophobia,
she resolved to be patient and allow him the necessary time to adjust to her presence.
Meanwhile, Eleanor returned to her seat, herplexion appearing slightly pale. She hadn’t
anticipated Sophie and Bernard being in the elevator at that moment, let alone their destination being
the President’s office.
Had she known about their presence, she would never have chosen to use the president’s private
elevator. She had vowed to never appear before him again, but fate seemed to have other ns,
bringing them face–to–face once more in such a short span
of time.
Yet seeing Bernard once more felt like an eternity had passed.
Sophie was at his side, and she herself too was now owned by a stranger.
It seemed as if they had both returned to their original paths.
The only difference was that Bernard quickly withdrew, while she was not so ready to give up yet.
She took a deep breath, opened herptop, and prepared to sort out the handover files. At that
moment, however, the President
called her.
Eleanor was stunned. The President rarely contacted her directly, even when he had something for her,
he would usually ask Rosita. Why would he call her personally now?