Anne rushed towards Kevin and began slamming her fists on his chest, letting out all the anger that she
had nursed in her heart.
Why did he treat her like this? Why?
Kevin neither pushed her away nor did he stop her.
It was obvious that she was angry and she needed to let out her anger so he just let her.
When she was tired, Kevin pulled her into his arms and held her tightly.
Her brain told her to push him away but her heart objected.
"Kevin, do you have any idea how much you hurt me? Why? Why didn't you believe me?"
He chose to believe in Cherry over her. He chose to believe that Cherry was kind and she was evil.
"I won't hurt you anymore."
He too was mad at her. He knew of the many bad things that she had done yet in the end, he still
couldn't help but fall in love with her.
A wave of complex emotions arose in her heart. She ignored what he said as she struggled out of his
arms and pushed him out the door, promptly slamming the door to his face.
She feared that if she heard his voice again, her heart would soften. She hated it when she couldn't
control her own emotions.
Kevin frowned slightly as he looked at the closed door, anger flickering in his eyes. In the end, he
decided against knocking again.
He took his phone out and dialed his secretary's number. Flatly, he ordered,
"Clean up these roses for me."
It seemed that the idea his secretary gave him did more harm than good. Instead of making progress,
Anne had shut him out.
Upon hearing Kevin's unhappy, his secretary asked cautiously,
"Mr. Kevin, did it not go well today?"
"Did you think that stupid idea of yours would work? What kind of idea was that anyway?" He lashed
into his secretary, airing out his frustrations.
He briefly considered firing his secretary for that piece of terrible advice that was of no use to him.
"I looked it up on the internet. That's odd. It should have worked."
His secretary sounded confused. Generally, women liked roses. This kind of sweet gesture was a
surefire way to win any woman's heart.
"You got that idea from the internet?" Kevin hissed.
"Well, not really. I also based it on my experience. I don't have much so I looked it up on the internet to
be sure."
His secretary quickly defended himself upon hearing Kevin's stone cold voice. Why did he have to let
that slip out? Now Kevin sounded pissed.
As it turned out, he had guessed correctly.
"I'm deducting half a year's worth of bonuses from your salary!" He couldn't believe his damn secretary
was stupid enough to rely on the internet for advice on getting Anne back. Was he trying to make a fool
of him?
"Mr. Kevin, could you please sympathize with me? Five months of my salary has already been knocked
off my pay. If you take away my bonuses too, I'm going to end up eating dirt for all my meals."
His secretary felt like crying but tears wouldn't come out. How could he be so unlucky? It looked like he
had no choice but to suck it up.
He knew very well that Kevin wasn't just any ordinary man. He needed to be strong or else he could
lose an entire year's worth of salary.
"Do you think it's too little? If it's too little, I'll double it."
Kevin snorted coldly. Not only did his secretary give him lame advice but now he was bargaining with
him? Maybe he really should fire him.
"No, no. That's enough,"
his secretary hurriedly said, worried that Kevin would take away the rest of his bonuses too.
"What's your next plan?"
Kevin was peeved that Anne rejected him despite his grand gesture. He needed to figure out a way to
win her back as soon as possible.
"Mr. Kevin, why don't you invite her to a romantic movie? After all, women are driven by their emotions.
If you two watch a romantic movie together, she might be reminded of the beautiful memories that you
two shared,"
the secretary suggested.
"Are you sure this is going to work? Or am I just going to waste my time again?" Kevin asked
skeptically.
"I think so. Mr. Kevin, why don't you try it?"
the secretary responded confidently. Inwardly, he really couldn't be sure. He was just doing his best to
make sure he kept the rest of his bonuses.
"Then I'll do that. If this still doesn't work, I'm deducting the rest of your bonuses for the second half of
the year."
The warning in Kevin's tone was palpable. The secretary suddenly felt the urge to leave and find
another job—being Kevin's secretary was no easy task.
His work wasn't limited to the company but now he was also responsible for Kevin's love life.
It seemed that he wasn't just a secretary now. He was also a nanny.
"Book a movie house for tomorrow night and choose a good movie. Understand?"
Kevin sorely lacked experience in matters like this so he had no choice but to trust his secretary.
Anne locked herself in the room as the tears she had been holding back came flooding out.
How could she face Kevin? What could she do to see her child?
She sat on the sofa in the living room, lost in thought. She had no idea what to do to make everything
better.
When Sam came back, he saw Anne sitting on the sofa, staring blankly with her eyes reddened. It was
quite obvious that she had just cried.
"Anne, what happened? Did you cry?"
He immediately approached her and sat next to her, gazing at her tear-stained pale face.
"No, no. It's nothing. Why are you home so early? I thought you had something to do."
Anne quickly wiped her face, not wanting Sam to see her like this.
"I finished early so I decided to head home right away. What happened? Just tell me. Maybe I can help
out."
Sam didn't buy her excuse for one second. Her eyes were swollen and red—it was clear as day that
she had just cried her eyes out.
"It's okay. I'm fine, really. Don't worry about me. Are you hungry? Let me fix something up for you."
The last thing she wanted was Sam seeing her in such a mess. She quickly stood up and made her
way to the kitchen.
"Anne, you can't keep running away forever. You have to follow your heart and listen to the voice deep
in your heart. This is the only way you'll be happy."
He shrewdly speculated that this must have had something to do with Kevin. It was the only plausible
explanation. Only Kevin had this effect on her.
At times, he found himself wondering what it must feel like to be capable of making Anne feel this way.
Upon hearing this, she stiffened up. It seemed that he had seen right through her.
"Sometimes, life isn't as simple as I dream it to be. Thanks for the kind words. I know what to do now."
She knew that Sam was only looking out for her. However, there were just some scars that needed
more than a lifetime to be healed.
How could she just forgive Kevin after all that he'd done to her?
"Anne, I just hope you resolve this as soon as possible so you can stop torturing yourself."
Did she have any idea how she looked like right now? Sympathy filled his chest. If he could, he would
bear all the pain for her so she wouldn't have to hurt like this.
Anne didn't want to hear any more of what Sam had to say. She feared that if she let herself be
persuaded by him, she'd change her mind.
After her eventful day, it shouldn't come as a surprise that she was in low spirits. She even forgot to
season the meal she had cooked.
Sam made a face as he ate his dinner. It tasted so bland but he decided to keep this to himself.
"Anne. Why don't you go upstairs and rest?" he said in concern as he put down his chopsticks, sighing
helplessly.
"No, thanks. It's late. The servants have already gone to bed. I'll clean up the table and go to bed later."
She lowered her head and took a bite of the food, immediately spitting it out after.
"I forgot to add salt,"
she said in a small voice, looking at him rather awkwardly. It seemed that she couldn't do anything right
nowadays. How could she forget to season her own cooking?
"Yeah, you forgot to add salt. I thought you wouldn't notice."
Sam shook his head, seemingly resigned. Anne was obviously out of it.
"Sorry. Let me fix it." She picked up the food on the table and stood up, intending to go back to the
kitchen but Sam stopped her.
"Don't bother. Maybe you should take your time and make yourself feel better first. I'm really worried
about you."
She was disconcerted and upset yet she still volunteered to cook. Why did she have to do this to
herself?
"I'm fine. Don't worry about me."
Being the proud woman that she was, she didn't want to admit that she was depressed because of
Kevin. Now more than ever, she had to move on from him.
"You don't have to pretend in front of me. Go back to your room and rest. I'll take it from here,"
Sam said gently as he took the plate from her hand, rubbing her shoulders as a way to comfort her.
What he really wanted was for her to open up to him and tell him what was bothering her. It made him
feel bad that she chose to keep her burdens to herself.
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