Chapter 760 Caring And Considerate


    The Yintern Group''s dormitory could be described as simple.


    There wasn''t any washing machine or air conditioner in the dorm.


    The weather was extremely cold.


    Belle turned on the faucet on her balcony and washed her clothes.


    Her hand turned red when it came into contact with the ice-cold water. She lowered her head as she


    forcefully rubbed her clothes together.


    "Lexantra, the water is too cold. I think it''s better for you to bring yourundry back to the office and use


    the washing machine there," Joanne, Belle''s colleague, said when she saw Belle washing her clothes


    with great effort.


    "Miss Gambon, you''re here. Please have a seat." Belle looked up at Joanne and greeted her with a


    smile, "Make yourself at home. I don''t have the time to entertain you."


    Joanne was from Tambend and was fluent in Srirano''s localnguage. She also knew this country


    very well as her parents had a business establishment here. They had immigrated to this country many


    years ago. Therefore, although she was educated in Tambend, she decided to remain in Srirano


    because there were many more opportunities here. She was very talented and versatile.


    This was also the reason Steffan had hired her.


    "Lexantra, there is no need for you to wash your own clothes manually. The weather is so cold that it


    has turned the water into ice. You will soon run out of water. It''s best if you take yourundry back to


    the office to give them a wash." Joanne was warm, friendly, and lively. She was very confused when


    she saw Belle busy washing her clothes. "Lexantra, why are you doing this to yourself? You do know


    that Mr. Yintern will grant all of your requests just as long as you open your mouth, right? There is no


    need for you to be holed up in this dorm. Anyway, I really have no idea what you''re thinking."


    Joanne shook her head in confusion.


    Belle smiled and said, "Miss Gambon, I treat Mr. Yintern as my superior. It''s not what you think. Don''t


    talk nonsense. Besides, the washing machine in the office is forpany use only. How can I use it to


    wash my dirtyundry?"


    Belle did not care about Joanne''s words.


    "Don''t be silly." Joanne curled her lips. To put it bluntly, Steffan was the only one using thepany''s


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    washing machine. As for Belle''s rtionship with Steffan...


    "Lexantra, I know you''re not one to get mad easily, so I just wanted to ask you, how long are you


    nning to hide it from us?" Joanne immediately asked when she saw that Belle was trying to avoid


    talking about Steffan.


    "Hide what? What are you talking about?" Belle was so bewildered that she stopped what she was


    doing. She raised her head and asked. She was a little puzzled by Joanne''s question.


    "Do you really have no idea what I''m talking about?" Joanne yelped. "Fine. It seems like you''re not


    willing to let me in on the secret either. Some friend you are."


    The muscles on Belle''s face gradually tightened as she asked seriously, "What in the world are you


    talking about? I genuinely have no idea what you''re referring to."


    Joanne noticed how serious she was. It did not seem like she was faking it. She could only remind her,


    "I''m talking about the good news."


    After finishing her words, she smiled and looked at her frivolously.


    This caused Belle to be even more confused.


    "What good news? Whose?" she asked in surprise.


    "You''re very good at pretending. I''m talking about your good news." Joanne and Belle were very


    Belle was stunned. She was a little annoyed as she said, "There''s nothing at all. I don''t even know


    anything. You''re talking nonsense."


    "Is there no such thing?" When Joanne realized that Belle was telling the truth, she felt a little strange.


    "Didn''t he propose? How couldn''t you know? Now, that''s strange."


    "Propose?" Belle could not help but to scream. "Who proposed? Who told you?"


    Joanne looked at her again, covered her mouth, andughed. "Lexantra, I heard that Mr. Yintern


    proposed to you. He even got down on one knee and all. You don''t have to hide it from me. I''m sure


    everyone in thepany knows about your rtionship with Mr. Yintern."


    Joanne''s words made Belle blush for no reason.


    This was the rumor that was being spread around? It was outrageous.


    She blushed and said with a serious face, "Tell me, Miss Gambon, who told you this?"


    When Joanne saw the solemn look on Belle''s face, her smile froze. "I heard it from one of our


    colleagues. I''m not sure who started the rumor."


    "That''s ridiculous." Belle immediately corrected her. "There is nothing going on between Mr. Yintern and


    me, let alone a marriage proposal. Those rumors were all made up. You can''t believe a single word of


    it."


    "Really?" Belle looked very serious. Joanne could not tell that she was lying when she looked at her.


    She was starting to believe her.


    "Of course..." Before Belle could finish her words, the door swung open and a tall figure came in.


    Steffan entered the dorm with a smile on his face.


    "You''re still saying there''s nothing going on between you and Mr. Yintern?" Joanne covered her mouth


    and smiled, winking at Belle.


    She was caught red-handed!


    Belle started to blush intensely. Of all the time he could pick, why did he choose to show up then? Who


    would believe her then if she said that there was nothing going on between them?


    She was a little annoyed.


    Joanne looked at Belle''s expression. She held back herughter and greeted him solemnly, "Hello, Mr.


    Yintern."


    "Good day, Miss Gambon," Steffan replied politely, smiling.


    "Mr. Yintern, rumor has it that we will be getting a raise soon, is it true?" Joanne knew that she should


    leave now that Steffan was here. However, she could tell that he was in a good mood, so she did not


    hesitate to ask about the pay rise.


    Steffan raised his eyebrows and chuckled. His eyes were wildly luminous, but they were full of


    inscrutable information.


    "Don''t worry, Miss Gambon. Ourpany now has Dory, who is an excellent designer. Hopefully, we


    will be able to persuade Melvin Cohen, one of the most sought-after car designers, to join our


    showcase the work of all the famous car designers. Once our business starts to boom, I will definitely


    give each of you a raise. You just have to do your job well." Steffan promised confidently.


    When Joanne heard his reply, she felt that there was no point asking the question because she wasn''t


    given a definite answer.


    When she turned to look at Steffan, she realized that his eyes were on Belle, his being was very close


    to pouncing on her. She knew that it was pointless to ask any more questions. If she stayed, then she


    would be third-wheeling in in sight.


    Immediately, she pursed her lips into a smile and quietly left. She did not forget to close the door for


    them when she left.


    "Dory, it''s such a cold day, why are you washing your clothes? Your hands are going to get frostbitten if


    you keep washing your clothes. Didn''t I tell you that there''s a washing machine in the office?" Steffan


    heart ached at the sight. He reached out to hold Belle''s hands and brought them to his mouth, blowing


    at her hands in an attempt to warm them up.


    Belle blinked her beautiful eyes and struggled to get rid of his hand.


    "Steffan, some clothes cannot be washed with the others, or else it will be stained. Besides, this is


    nothing too tiring," she exined softly. She wanted to lower her head to continue scrubbing her


    clothes.