If it weren’t for sheer desperation, Paul would never have wanted to reveal the truth to Moses.
A single sentence fell like a bucket of cold water, chilling Moses’s heart in an instant.
So, the "important thing" she had referred to was simply to accompany him.
Qian Xueying’s voice came from behind. Moses frowned irritably and took big steps into the elevator.
Rushing over, Qian Xueying reached out to block the closing elevator doors. As her fingers were about to be pinched, Moses remained unmoved.
Standing behind him, Paul naturally didn’t dare to meddle.
The doors struck Xueying’s fingers and then parted again. She immediately squeezed into the elevator, frowning and shaking her sore fingers. She looked up at Moses, "Is Mr. Moses in such a hurry to leave because of my poor hospitality?"
The girl’s eyes were misty, her tone full of boundless grievance, looking as if she was about to cry at any moment.
Moses responded with an icy, angry voice.
In this world, no woman could stir his compassion, except for "her."
He detested the weeping of women the most, and in his current annoyed state, he was even less inclined to show Qian Xueying any kindness.
Qian Xueying’s breath hitched, but the elevator doors had already closed behind her, and the elevator began ascending.
"Ahem!" Seeing the situation turn awkward, Paul quickly stepped forward, "My apologies, Miss Xueying. The gentleman is... he’s feeling a bit under the weather."
"So that’s the case." Xueying eased down the steps, looking at Moses with concern, "Do you need... me to call a doctor for you?"
"Hmph!" Moses snorted coldly, stepping forward to stand in front of her, "What’s with the friendly act, and what comes next?! Knowing full well that I don’t like you, why are you doing this? Were you born cheap?!"
Anger flashed in Xueying’s eyes, and she nearly lost control of her expression, "I... I’m just..."
"Just what?" Moses scoffed disdainfully, "You’re the kind of woman I hate the most."
The elevator stopped, the doors opened, and he brushed past Xueying, stepping out.
Xueying stumbled and fell against the elevator wall.
"Miss Xueying!" Paul hurried to help her up, "Are you alright?"
"I’m fine." Xueying stood up again, her gaze falling on Moses’s retreating figure, her eyes filled with a deep sense of injustice.
"The gentleman... he’s been in a bad mood lately, please don’t take it to heart."
Paul offered her an apologetic smile, nodded, and prepared to leave.
"Mr. Paul!" Xueying reached out and grabbed his arm, "Please!"
"You... What are you doing?" Paul turned, puzzled.
"Please... give me a chance. I know he doesn’t like me, but I just... can’t control myself." Tears welled in Xueying’s eyes as she looked at him, "Let me try again, okay?"
With a face of tearful pleading, Paul barely knew how to refuse, clearly troubled.
"Given the gentleman’s temperament, I’m afraid..."
"Just five minutes, please, let me go in and be alone with him for a while."
Xueying held on to him, a look of earnest pleading on her face.
Paul’s gaze lingered on her face for a moment, seeing her delicate features and shiny black hair; he frowned and finally nodded.
Objectively speaking, Qian Xueying also had a fair appearance. Lately, the gentleman was indeed very lonely. Perhaps this woman could help him temporarily forget about Gan Yuan and relax.