Olive called home at first and asked her mother to pack up some spring and summer clothes for her.
Then she came to his designated room.
She always felt that the bedroom was a private place, not a place where outsiders could go in and out
freely. But he was so confident to let she touch his things. Has he always been used to it and let the
assistant take care of his life?
She opening the wardrobe, there were not many clothes inside. But every clothes was made by hand.
The cuffs of shirts were set with delicate gold buttons, engraved with two letters OA, which could be
seen faintly.
She has a upset look. It must be the acronym of Ophelia and Alan. Olive couldn't help laughing bitterly.
Only she was a fool. She remembered him in her heart for five years. He had already been with a
beautiful woman and forgotten her existence.
She stuffed his clothes into the suitcase and, as she was about to close the closet door, her eyelids
jumped fiercely. On the right-most hanger, there was a familiar shirt.
The shirt, ironed stiffly and without any wrinkles. Comparing to those of the finely crafted clothes in the
superior material, it was so cheap that it could not reach the stage. It hang quietly in the corner, like
Cinderella who huddled in the corner at a court ball.
Olive's fingers, touched it trembly.
When it sold at a discount in the mall, she bought this checked shirt for less than 100 dollar and gave it
to him as a birthday gift. It was unexpected that he still kept it.
"You seem to be particularly interested in that shirt." Alan, like a ghost, quietly appeared behind her. He
looked at her in an inquiry.
Olive's body was slightly stiff, but she soon regained her composure, pulled her lips and turned around
with a faint smile. "Seeing an ordinary shirt among a pile of valuable clothes, I am just a little surprised.
Mr. Hoyle always seem to cherish it."
"It was given to me by a very important person in my life." Alan looked at her quietly. Her face always
covered a mist that could not be distinguished between true and false. When facing him, her tone was
so relaxed and natural that it seemed that she was really not the person concerned.
But just now, he clearly saw that she had been preoccupied with the shirt for a long time. Now, she
apologized lightly, "I'm sorry. I touched your thing that it shouldn't be touched."
"It's none of your business." He put the dress in his suitcase and seemed to carry it everywhere.
Olive's heart thumped.
Back home, her mother asked, "How come you suddenly have to go on business?"
"It is the company's arrangement. I just received the news, mom. I may be going for several days.
During this period, Annie will have to let you and dad take care of her."
"What do you say, you child? We are Annie's grandparents. We should take care of her. When you get
there, remember to call back to let us know you are safe. Don't be too tired."
"I see." Olive held her mother in her arms and refused to let her go downstairs because of the cold
weather. She went out with her luggage.
Alan opened his briefcase and laptop as soon as he got on the plane. It seemed that he had endless
work to do.
There were not many people in the first class cabin. They sat in twos and threes, some sleeping and
some talking in a low voice.
She was left aside by him as if she had only come to accompany him.
The beautiful stewardess came round enthusiastically for several times. He only needed a cup of
coffee. His voice was cool, and he said he didn't like being disturbed. The stewardess's beauty plan
failed and left disappointedly. She dared not suffer setbacks again.
Olive sat in a huge chair and looked at the scene with a little amusement. Then she looked at his busy
appearance and he occasionally frowned when he looked at the information.
He always had luck in love everywhere with his evil and charming face.
The cup of coffee was put on the table in front of him until it was cold and he did drink it.
Olive was bored. She took a magazine and read it in her hand, but she couldn't read a word.
Did every woman has a little vanity? Knowing that the shirt which she bought was carefully preserved
by him, the joy quietly spread in the heart, like so years of concern having a landing point, like sugar
melting in the heart.
The plane seemed to encounter a small airflow, slightly bouncing several times. Several pages of
information fell on the ground. Olive helped him pick up and pass it to him.
Alan took over and said thanks faintly.
Olive whispered, "What can I do for you?"
"No." He did not raise his head.
Olive laughed embarrassingly, "Looking at the big boss busy around, but I'm idle as an employee. It's
really a bit out of habit."
"If you're really bored, go to sleep. When you get to Sanya, you'll be busy." Alan took a sip of his coffee
and frowned because of the cold temperature.
"I'll ask the stewardess to give you another one."
"Thank you!" Well, he didn't refuse it. He just had an indescribable courtesy.
They arriving at Sanya Airport, Dave arrived by the previous plane and was waiting for him at the exit.
Alan nodded to him and sat in the business car. Olive followed him and sat beside Alan.
The car was heading in an unknown direction.
Alan closed his eyes as soon as he got on the car, and his tiredness was hard to hide. Everyone knew
that Alan has been very successful in recent years. He could get everything that he wanted. Even if she
was not around him, she knew that he has paid more time and hardness than ordinary people. Even he
was almost dead.
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