After New Year. The snow in Athana had been slowly melting, leaving sparse traces of white clinging to the tree branches. In the


    warm sunlight, one could still see faint glimmers of light reflecting off the white snow. The ground in the residential area was now


    completely free of snow, presumably cleared by the property management.


    Aman in a ck down jacket and a gray turtleneck,cking enthusiasm, jogged around the neighborhood. asionally, he


    turned his head to look behind, ncing every few steps. Afterpleting two rounds, and not seeing the person he had hoped


    for, his mood plummeted. He stopped his steps and walked towards the vi with a sense of disappointment. The next day... The


    third day...


    Not knowing how many days had passed, Leia still had not replied to Chris''s messages. The longer the wait, the more thoughts


    flooded in, and the frequency of missing increased. At this moment, Chris was sitting on the sofa in the living room, ying with


    his phone, which was rare for him. He did not go to the hospital. Yesterday, during the surgery, he was on the verge of losing


    focus. Adhering to hismitment to patient care, he chose to take a day off.


    When Angie woke up and came downstairs, she saw her son sitting on the sofa, looking at his phone. She didn''t know what he


    was looking at, unlocking and locking the screen repeatedly. Standing at the staircase for a long time, Angie spoke up in a sense


    of sympathy, "It''s rare to see you at this time. No morning run today?"


    "| did." Chris''s mood was not high. He nced at his own mother who hade downstairs, and responded nonchntly, as not


    answering might upset his mother. As Ste mentioned, her brother had to constantly consider the emotions of those around


    him, making life more challenging. Just being able to catch his breath was already quite an aplishment.


    "Hey, Chris, you didn''t go to work? What''s going on? Are you sick?" Ste, who followed closely, found it strange to see her


    brother sitting on the sofa ying with his phone. As long as her brother wasn''t sick, he worked 365 days a year without a break.


    Therefore, seeing him sit on the sofa ying with his phone today, it wasn''t surprising that Ste was amazed.


    Upon seeing Ste, Chris seemed to think of something. He stood up, tidied his clothes, stuffed his phone into his pocket, and


    then put his arm around his sister''s shoulder, walking out. "I will take you to work." These words scared Ste as she felt like her


    brother had some ill intentions. She shook off her brother''s hand. "Wait a minute. Are you up to something bad?" Chris had never


    taken her to work before. Sometimes, when she didn''t want to drive and asked her brother for a ride, he always said it was out of


    the way, wasting gas. ‘The was too unusual,’ thought Ste as she raised her hand and used the back of her hand to test her


    brother''s forehead, then tried her own temperature. With a confirmed look, she said to him, "Chris, you''re not running a fever


    either."


    Before Ste could react, Chris pulled her wrist and walked out without caring about the expressions of his sister and mother


    behind him. “Hurry up, you''ll bete." Angie, standing in the living room, was still puzzled, unable to understand what her son


    was up to, thinking, ‘What''s going on with him?’


    Ste, pulled into the front passenger seat by her brother, wanted to ask what was going on. Before she had a chance to speak,


    Chris reminded her, "Buckle up." The car was already running, and Ste was busy fastening her seatbelt. After securing it, she


    looked puzzled and asked, "Chris. Even if you''re taking me to my death, you should at least give me a reason, right?"


    Meanwhile, she thought, ‘I''d like to know what I''m dying for.’


    Chris was earnestly staring ahead while driving, calm and unhurried now, without the previous urgency. He replied, "Just taking


    you to thepany, checking out your work environment. Besides, I''m not working today."


    "Are you serious? To mypany?" Ste yelled. Everything seemed normal before her brother spoke. However, with his


    revtion, Ste''s voice rose several decibels. Her voice was so loud that Chris subconsciously scratched his ears. Sitting on


    the side, Ste stared nkly at him as if he might be under some kind of spell. Meanwhile, casting a sidelong nce at his


    bewildered sister, Chris asked, "I''m just driving you to thepany. What''s the problem? Don''t make a fuss. What do you want


    for breakfast?"


    Ste was pulled out of home unexpectedly and forgot to have breakfast. She leaned back in her chair, and nced at her


    brother repeatedly. Finally, with a curious look, she said, "A smoothie, a sandwich, and some hash browns would be fine." Chris,


    still focused on a point ahead, casually remarked, "From a doctor''s point of view, you''ve eaten quite a bit. 70% full is optimal."


    "Stop using the doctor''s perspective. Do you have something to talk to me about? Let''s stick to our usual way of interaction. | feel


    uneasy with your abnormity," said Ste.


    "Do you have paranoid delusions? Taking you to thepany and buying you breakfast makes you think I''m having any bad


    intentions toward you. Do you have a problem?" said Chris.


    "This is our usual way of interaction. It''s normal." Ste''s tense mood suddenly rxed as she sank into her seat.


    After driving for a while, Chris asked, "Is thepany busytely?”


    "Yeah, very busy. How can it not be busy right after the holiday? Haven''t you noticed I''m working overtime every day? I''m


    exhausted. Our manager, Ms. March, goes home only after midnight. Have you bumped into her during your morning jog these


    days?" Before Chris could answer, Ste continued to answer herself, "Probably not. No time for morning jogs when sleep is


    insufficient..." Midway through her words, Ste finally grasped the unusual actions of her brother this morning. With a curious


    and excited expression, she grabbed Chris''s wrist, saying, "You''re not trying to inquire about Ms. March from me, are you?


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    After several days of contemtion, coupled with the recent uncontroble emotional upheaval, so intense that he spaced out


    even during surgeries, he had finally identified the source of his ailment, it was Leia March. He needed to find the right remedy to


    begin the treatment. Chris openly admitted, "Any problem with that?”


    Christina and Joseph had not informed Angie and Ste about Chris''s confession to Leia, especially since Leia had not given a


    clear response. Excited, Ste tapped her feet in the car, her whole body dancing on the seat to express her inner excitement.


    "Oh my. Finally, you''ve fallen for Ms. March. How did you find out she had feelings for you?" She thought it would take a long


    time. It seemed her brother was straightforward yet not foolish.


    Chris had no intention of sharing his feelings with his sister. "Be quiet for a moment."


    "| can''t be quiet. Chris, have you confessed?" asked Ste.


    "Yeah," replied Chris.


    Ste was dumbfounded and pondered, ‘So her brother secretly confessed? When did this happen? Why didn''t she get wind of


    it?’ After a while, Ste regained herposure and continued to inquire. Now with a head full of questions, she cautiously


    asked, "Then, were you rejected?"


    "Rejected? Not exactly. She said she needed some time to think. It''s just that her consideration is taking longer than I''d like and |


    don''t want to wait anymore,’ thought Chris as he searched for a suitable word before replying, "It''s not really a rejection.”


    "Not really a rejection? So, she neither epted nor refused. That''s good. It means you still have a chance. If you take the


    initiative a bit more and adopt a persistent pursuit approach should still be quite hopeful."


    At a traffic light, Chris stopped and nced at his sister. "Aggressive pursuit. Is Ms. March into that?" Meanwhile, he pondered,


    ‘Wouldn''t she find it abrupt and annoying?”


    "| really don''t know about that. People always say to wait till the clouds roll by. Look at Trevon''s approach to Natalie. It''s simr."


    Chris refrained frommenting on his sister''s misuse of words and advised, "Do more reading to choose your idiom correctly."


    His situation with Leia had nothing to do with "wait till the clouds roll by." It was a mess. If there was an advantage in proximity,


    then it might be worth a try.


    Half an hourter, with breakfast in her hands, Ste followed Chris eagerly, waiting at the elevator. People in thepany were


    not familiar with Chris. When they saw an unfamiliar face, they couldn''t help but take a second nce at him. A colleague tugged


    at Ste''s clothes and whispered in her ear, "Ste, is this your boyfriend?"


    "Huh? Are you blind?" Ste ced one hand under her chin, and stood still, letting otherspare her with Chris. She


    continued, "Don''t you see any problem in your statement just now? Don''t we look alike?" They shared the same genes.


    The colleague suddenly realized and said, "Oh, you do look alike, especially the nose part. It turns out he''s your brother."


    Handsome and wealthy, the siblings did resemble each other on closer inspection.


    Chris was not as familiar with thepany. Walking alongside Ste, she ced her bag at her work desk, tiptoed, lowered her


    voice, and used one hand to cover one side of her face, saying, "Ms. March''s office is straight to the end, and it''s the second one


    inside. The first one is Dad''s, don''t get confused. This document was given to me by Ms. March yesterday. Take it to her for me.


    It''ll give you something to talk about. This is all | can do for you, the rest is up to you. Good luck, I''m counting on you to get me a


    sister-inw!"


    When Chris arrived at thepany,


    he was indeed a bit nervous. He


    tightened his grip on the folder, more


    nervous than performing surgery on


    patients. Following his sister''s


    instructions, Chris wen Leia’g\T)


    oe pereotae eae open and


    fodnd no one inside. There was a


    stack of folders on the desk, a


    computer, and a white coffee mug. It


    was simple and neat. Unconsciously,


    Chris felt the urge to get closer, to


    explore what Leia''s usual work


    environment looked like. Slowly


    approaching, he reached out and


    picked up the white mug from the


    office desk. Holding it in his hands, it


    felt as if he could sense her warmth,


    causing a strange warmth in his


    chest, a slight tremor, and a tingling


    sensation. Please read the original


    content at NovelDrama.Org.


    "Who let you in? You can''t enter my


    office without my permission. | said


    that on my first day." Listening to the


    sound of high heels hitting the floor


    behind him, Chris didaqtzure 4duna,


    Hejst warted toknow how she


    managed her employees on a regr


    basis. It turned out she was quite


    strict, no wonder Ste was so afraid


    of her. In the split second of him


    turning around, Leia forgot to react


    as she realized the man in her office


    was Chris. The two locked eyes and


    sparks flew in the air, scattering in all


    directions, as time stood still at that


    moment. Please read the original


    content at NovelDrama.Org.


    Leia was dressed more


    professionally today, wearing a beige


    suit set. Underneath, she wore a


    white shirt, and the cuffs at her wrists


    were rolled up. Chris''s


    straightforward gaze inadve


    made her. lowen teGakP Regaining


    Hep Ea osire her mind a bit


    scattered, Leia had been pondering


    how to respond to Chris''s messages


    these past few days. However, with


    thepany just starting up after


    the holiday and things getting busy,


    she had temporarily put it aside, still


    unsure of how to express herself.


    Finally, she spoke up, "You... have


    something to discuss with me?"


    Chris stood in front of her desk, still


    holding the mug she had used. Leia


    had already sat down, feeling


    somewhat uneasy, her heart rate


    starting to fluctuate. Please read the


    original content at NovelDrama.Org.


    "Yeah, | do," Chris replied. Both of their hearts were racing. Chris was also nervous, and Leia nced at the situation outside.


    The ss was transparent and had frosted paper stuck to it, but she could vaguely see the movements of people.


    It was time to get to the point. Chris straightforwardly said, "| don''t beat around the bush. | prefer straightforwardness. | came


    here to ask if you have made up your mind.”