Chapter 334


    Chapter 334 It’s Me, Don’t Be Afraid


    A buzz rang in my head and I suddenly lost control, screaming, “Ah!!”


    With eyes wide shut in terror, the person retreated back into their office, scared to the point of


    copsing by the door.


    “Knock, knock…” The sound of knocking came from outside, followed by a man’s anxious voice,


    “Tabatha, are you okay?”


    I snapped back to reality, truly and clearly hearing a familiar voice. My brain froze for a few seconds,


    then from outside came the maic voice of a man, “Open the door, it’s me. Don’t be afraid.”


    Walter.


    With the year in mind, my fear dissipated in an instant. I got up with support and opened the office door.


    The door was blocked by me. I originally wanted to move away, but I was so scared just now that I was


    disoriented and couldn’t walk away.


    The person outside pushed the door, revealing only a crack. He couldn’t get in, his voice filled with


    confusion, “Tabatha?”


    My voice was a bit hoarse as I said, “Wait…wait a moment.”


    After some difficulty in moving aside, the person outside came in. The man was tall and imposing, and


    after entering, he looked at me with full of worry and said, “Are you okay?”


    I pursed my lips, looking at him with a bad temper, and said, “What are you here for?”


    He looked me up and down, probably checking if I was okay, let out a


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    slight sigh of relief, and said, “I’ll take you out for dinner.”


    “I’m not hungry,” I replied to him. I had intended to return to my desk, but my legs were somewhat weak


    and I couldn’t walk properly. So, I simply leaned on something, moved a few steps, and sat down on


    the rest chair.


    Of course, my subtle movement was noticed by Walter. He paused slightly, thenughed helplessly,


    “Since when have you be so timid?”


    At this point, she wasn’t scared anymore, but rather, she was more embarrassed and angry. She


    nced at him sideways and said, “Do you think it’s fun to scare me?”


    He was somewhat helpless, a hint of amusement in his dark eyes as he said, “I didn’t scare you, it was


    just that you screamed as soon as I called you. You didn’t even take a good look at me, just panicked,


    which actually scared me.


    I ignored him. At this point, I had no mood to continue reading the documents. I sat for a while, waiting


    for the numbness in my legs to subside. Then, I packed up my things and prepared to leave.


    Walter was like a shadow, always following me. I was annoyed with him. I turned around and red at


    him, “What do you want?”


    He, however, appeared gentle and showed no signs of temper, saying. “I’ll take you to eat. Not eating is


    bad for the stomach.”


    I pursed my lips, irritably said, “None of your business.”


    He didn’t argue with me, but continued to follow me. I left the office and saw a beautifully bloomed


    gardenia not far from the office area. I love flowers, especially these well-packaged, fresh and beautiful


    bouquets, which faintly exuded a floral fragrance. Out of appreciation for beautiful things, I took a few


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    Then it dawned on me, it was sote, everyone in the office had


    already left. And although I had nced around carelessly earlier, I did remember, there were no


    flowers here. This flower wasn’t always here, it was just ced here.


    Walter stepped forward, holding the gardenia, and looked at me. “I saw it on the way, it’s very beautiful.


    I thought you would like it, so I bought it,” he said.


    I ignored him, stopped looking at the flowers, didn’t look at him either, and left the office area directly.


    Footsteps echoed from behind, I knew it was Walter following me. I didn’t want to talk to him. He


    followed me all the way to the parking lot. The saying that a good woman fears a persistent man


    proved to be true.


    I lost my patience, turned around and red at him, “Walter, what on earth are you trying to do?”


    He held the flowers, which were beautiful, but he was even more so. Especially since his face was


    devoid of the usual cold and aloof demeanor, he appeared exceptionally gentle at that moment.


    Looking at me, his voice was calm as he said, “I’ve ordered the meal. If you don’t like it, we can go


    back to the ce you wanted to eat atst night.”


    Speaking ofst night…


    I pursed my lips slightly, squinting at him, and said, “Walter, do you think that by clinging to me like this,


    we will have something?”


    He didn’t speak, he just looked at me.


    The air fell silent for a moment. To say I was angry, actually, I wasn’t. At that moment, I couldn’t


    describe my feelings. Did I hate him? Not


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    really. After messing with himst night, I had long lost the ability to articte my emotions.


    After a long silence, I looked at the gardenia in his arms, my heart involuntarily softened a bit, but I


    couldn’t let down my pride. I looked at him and re