Standing not far from the bedroom door, Vera Wave wasn’t affected, only startled with a jolt.
Outside the building, Tommy Taylor was carrying his luggage, about to go upstairs. Seeing Kris Cooper storming down the stairs, he quickly stopped in his tracks.
Ignoring him, Kris Cooper rushed out of the stairwell, opened the car door, and got in.
The driver glanced at his expression, and without daring to wait for Tommy Taylor, started the car and drove out of the community.
Tommy Taylor stood there with the suitcase, utterly baffled.
Just now, everything was so cheerful. He had even taken a detour to Lucky Restaurant to pick up the porridge they ordered before the flight. How did things turn the moment he stepped inside?! The most update n0vels are published on novel·fıre·net
Watching the car drive away, he picked up the suitcase and headed upstairs.
Vera Wave also snapped out of it, quickly grabbing a pack of tissues from the coffee table, and rushed over to help Nathan Leafcastle wipe the porridge stains from his pants.
"Mr. Leafcastle, I’m really sorry, let me help you wipe it off!"
"It’s okay." Nathan Leafcastle bent down, took the tissue from her hand, "I can do it myself, are you okay?"
Vera Wave sniffed lightly, suppressing the overwhelming grievance in her heart.
Actually, she felt particularly wronged now, this sadness was even stronger than when she crawled out of the fish pond, soaking wet.
If it weren’t for him, she wouldn’t have been so ostracized by Ria Chapman, and in the end, he still lost his temper with her. The more she thought about it, the more wronged she felt.
At this time, Tommy Taylor had already arrived on the second floor with his suitcase.
Seeing the scene from the side, he worriedly walked over.
"Assistant Taylor." Vera Wave swallowed her tears, stood up, and apologized to Nathan Leafcastle, "Mr. Leafcastle, something came up on my side, I can’t take you to see grandma today, maybe...another day?!"
Nathan Leafcastle heard the hint of dismissal in her words and nodded slightly.
"Then...call me when you’re free another day."
"Okay!" Vera Wave softly responded, "Then I won’t see you out, I’m really sorry."
With Tommy Taylor there, Nathan Leafcastle didn’t say much more. He just raised his hand to pat her shoulder, bid farewell, and left.
"You weren’t burned, were you?" Tommy Taylor asked concernedly.
Vera Wave shook her head, then turned to walk to the sofa, picked up Kris Cooper’s room key from the coffee table, and also took her bag. She retrieved a bank card from it and handed it to Tommy Taylor.
"Assistant Taylor, please hand this to Mr. President. The password is my birthday, he can find it out. Just tell him...all the money he gave me is in here, he’ll understand. This key is to his room."
"This..." Tommy Taylor looked at the card in her hand, "The money was given to you by the President, it would be better if you returned it personally."
Vera Wave bit her lip, "I’m begging you."
In this situation, what meaning is there for her to see him?
Tommy Taylor’s gaze fell on the young girl’s tear-filled eyes. He reached out his hand to take the card and key.
"Alright, I’ll make sure to pass it on for you."
"Thank you." Vera Wave took a step back and held the door, "The house is too messy, I won’t invite you in, goodbye."
Nodding slightly, she slowly closed the door tightly.
Watching the key and card in his hand, Tommy Taylor gently shook his head. He opened Kris Cooper’s door opposite, placed the luggage inside, and turned to hurry downstairs.
No need to guess, he could figure out roughly what happened. His temperamental boss must have misunderstood, and he had to hurry back to explain.