Chapter 18 - Stupid Girl (2/2)

Sighing, she leaned back in her chair, looking at the ceiling of her office.

”Stella, you are in the wrong here. Not only did you hurt him but you made him hurt himself. He had every right to fire you from the job but he didn't. You have to talk to him and apologise.” She tried to gather courage to undo the wrong she had done.

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*Back to the President's office*

It was already late in the evening. Everyone had already left, or that was what Adam thought.

”Grrr…” a low sound came from his stomach making him sigh. 'I should definitely eat something now.'

He came out of the bedroom to his office in am unkempt state. His hairs were disheveled, his coat was lying somewhere in the room, his cuffs were undone and folded up to his elbows, the top two buttons of his shirt were undone and his dress shirt was no more tucked in properly in his pants. But still he was a feast for the eyes. He didn't look any less than a model.

Just as he was heading for the door, it opened from outside and in came the little lady who has been messing with his mind for the entire day. She had a first aid box in her hands.

'Why hasn't she gone home yet? And what is she doing with that first aid box? Is she injured?' His eyes looked for an injury on her but couldn't find it.

Stella finally looked up only to meet a pair of gray eyes scrutinizing her.

”Sir? How's your hand?” She asked him.

”Why does it concern you?” He couldn't help but scoff.

”You are right, it doesn't. But you should get it treated or else it might get infected.” She said looking at his right hand. She could see that he hadn't treated it yet.

”That doesn't concern you either.” He replied with a smirk.

She pursed her lips, still looking at his hand. It had scratches and cuts that weren't there before. Of course, a single punch on a door couldn't have caused them.

Her gaze than landed on his office desk. Most of the stuff have been replaced by new ones. She could have a rough idea of what might have caused those cuts and scratches.

She looked up at him with her crestfallen expressions.

Adam couldn't help but look back into her eyes. His heart was starting to melt looking at her expressions. He knew he wouldn't be able to stand against her much longer, so he walked past her and headed to the door, ignoring her.

But as soon as he was right before the door, he felt a tug on his shirt. He turned his head sideways only to find Stella holding the back of his shirt with her right hand.