"You’re my woman. Do you think I’ll care about you or not?"
"You have a lot of women, and I’m afraid I’m not the one you really want to care about," said Ophelia in a calm tone.
"Wow, what makes you so jealous?"
Ophelia simply pressed close to Zachariah’s chest, saying nothing.
Suddenly, Zachariah felt sorry watching Ophelia leaning against him so docilely. Different from the charming Ophelia before, the quiet Ophelia touched him even more.
The charming Ophelia gave off a strong and independent aura, making people feel that she was able to take control of everything alone without men. However, the quiet Ophelia was weak and fragile, making people feel that this woman was not so strong as they imagined. Even if she acted tough at ordinary times, she still needed a shoulder to rely on during difficult times.
Zachariah scooped Ophelia up and put her on the bed, saying, "It’s getting late. Go to sleep."
Ophelia held his hand and said, "President Zachariah, if you don’t love me, don’t be so kind to me. I don’t want it to be too hard to tear myself away from you when we divorce."
Zachariah simply stared at her.
Ophelia looked away from his eyes subconsciously and said, "President Zachariah, I mean it. Don’t be so kind to me when you don’t love me. It’s good for both you and me."
"What if I just want to be kind to you?"
Ophelia stared at Zachariah in confusion.
Zachariah covered her eyes with his hand and coaxed, "Go to sleep and don’t think too much. As long as you’re my woman, I won’t make you suffer."
"But you’re the one who makes me suffer the most."
Ophelia said to herself.
Probably because Zachariah was by her side, Ophelia fell asleep very soon.
The next morning when she woke up, Zachariah was nowhere to be seen. Ophelia would be lying to say that she was not disappointed, but she recovered herself in no time.
Ophelia went to the bathroom to wash up. She had planned to go through the discharge formalities alone, but Madeleine pushed the door open and came in. Seeing that Ophelia was the only one in the ward, she got angry at once. "Where’s he, honey?"
"You want to resign? Why? Didn’t you tell me that you loved this job as a designer? Since you love it, do it. I don’t like that jinx Tassach either, but since you like this job, seize this opportunity."
"I don’t want there to be more misunderstandings between Zachariah and me. Besides, now that those pictures were taken, I’m afraid that Gracie will send them to everyone in the company if I stay. In that case, I will embarrass both Tassach and myself, so I might as well end all this before anyone knows anything."
Madeleine thumped the wheel in anger, which startled Ophelia. "Madeleine, calm down. I don’t want us to have a car accident in the morning."
Madeleine glanced at Ophelia and comforted her. "That won’t happen to us, honey. I don’t drive often, but that doesn’t mean I know nothing about driving. Actually, I’m quite good at it, and I won’t put your and the baby’s lives at risk. Don’t worry."
Ophelia leaned back in the passenger seat.
"But honey, are you really going to resign?"
"I thought you didn’t like Tassach. Won’t you feel happy if I resign?"
"Come on. I’ve worn out my tongue talking you into resigning but you haven’t, and this time you resign because of those pictures, but I don’t think Tassach will agree to it."
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