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In the recycle bin, there were clearly several emails from partners, sent precisely when he hadn’t had time to check his phone last night.
And only one person had touched his phone last night, and that was Isabelle.
He was furious; Isabelle, knowing nothing, had taken it upon herself to delete his work emails. Losing this order would cost his company at least 10% of its profit!
Moreover, Aurora hadn’t even notified him about today’s crucial meeting. In the past, even if an email had been sent, Aurora would prepare everything in the morning. If it weren’t for her throwing a tantrum this time, how could they have so easily lost a partner?
He dialed Aurora’s number, wanting to question her, but no one answered.
No matter how many times he called, it was the same electronic tone.
His heart suddenly flustered. He thought of something, clicked into the recycle bin again, and clearly found the message Aurora had sent him, dated last night.
He clicked restore, and the message popped out, and his chest tightened as he read it.
Eight years of secret love, four years of absurdity. Everything ends here. Mr. Hawthorne, from now on, I am no longer your secretary, nor do I love you anymore. Let us go bur separate ways; in this life, we need not meet again]
For some reason, seeing this message, he should have felt relieved that Aurora finally no longer loved him.
Just as he said, she would no longer be fixated on him.
But when he truly faced the news of her departure, his heart surprisingly felt a suffocating sensation, as if he had lost something important.
He couldn’t help but recall his past with Aurora.
Four years ago, an accident led them to roll into bed. At that time, his heart was entirely filled with Isabelle, he just wanted to pay off his sister’s good friend, never having thought of starting anything with her.
But Aurora’s eyes were very bright, yet also very cautious, like a small animal, making him unable to bear to refuse, so he could only tacitly allow all of it to happen.
They were wild in various places, leaving traces of themselves everywhere. For four years, she was his best secretary and his best bedmate, never actively asking for anything, only silently enduring his demands. Even without a title, following him, she was content.
Sebastian had thought countless times in his heart that Aurora was truly a foolish person; just a little bit of kindness, and she
gave
her all.
He told her not to fantasize about a future with him; he would only belong to Isabelle.
Now he had successfully gotten rid of this little tag–along, so why wasn’t he as happy as he had imagined?
He couldn’t take his eyes off that message., and finally, he stopped bothering with it.
Aurora left, so be it; maybe we were just meant to go our separate ways.
He
put down his phone, no longer looking at it, and peacefully continued to sleep while holding Isabelle.
To suppress that uncomfortable feeling in his heart, he postponed work for several more days to accompany Isabelle out.
Whether it was jewelry or haute couture dresses that the other person fancied, he bought them all.
But the more this happened, the more uneasy he felt, and a persistent irritation always clung to his brow.
Isabelle didn’t notice this at all, completely immersing herself in the fun.
While waiting for her, Sebastian couldn’t help but take out his phone, opening the chat window with Aurora. Their last chat was still from a month ago; ever since Isabelle returned, he hadn’t contacted her again.
A surge of impulse rose in his heart, and his fingers slowly typed and sent a message.
[You can come back to be my secretary anytime]
His self–perceived olive branch was blocked by a bright red, glaring exclamation mark, preventing that person from knowing it.
This was the first time Aurora had blocked him in all these years.
Sebastian’s hand trembled slightly as he stared intently at the screen until Isabelle returned.
“Bastian, sorry to keep you waiting. How about we go see the aurora tomorrow?” the woman said, changing into a beautiful dress and clinging to his arm
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coquettishly.
He turned off his phone, not showing any signs of abnormality, yet he had no desire to appreciate her beauty.
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“I should go back to the company tomorrow. I haven’t been there in so long, and a lot of work has piled up. How about I finish dealing with it and then accompany you to have fun?”
As the company’s CEO, he already had many major decisions and important meetings waiting for him; it was already a stretch to take these few days off. For the sake of accompanying Isabelle, his company had been operating at a loss during this period.
The woman’s brows furrowed, obviously a little displeased, and she could only pout.
“Alright, but I’m going with you, I’ll help you, Bastian.”
Isabelle smiled, making his heart sweeten a little, and he no longer thought about Aurora.
