This morning Christian woke up very early. He and Jonas jogged before leaving for the office. Christian glanced at Jonas several times. He still feels bad because his parents plan to set him up with Ana.
"Jonas, you want us to take a vacation?" asked Christian trying to open the conversation. "To be honest, I'm getting tired."
They ran side by side so they could chat.
"You have much work to do. Did you forget? That this week you have a meeting with investors," Jonas said without expression, and his tone was even.
"Let my father meet them. I want to take a trip overseas. We can go up North. I hear the girls there are hot and attractive," Christian says.
Jonas suddenly stopped. He looked at Christia. His facial expression looks annoyed.
"What?" asked Christian, afraid of his friend's expression.
"You're getting engaged to Ana. Why are you still thinking about other women?" Jonas looks annoyed. Very annoyed.
Christian shakes his head. "I'm not going to do it," Christian replied, tapping Jonas on the shoulder. He then immediately ended up jogging this morning. "I'll be getting ready to go to the office soon."
Jonas closed his eyes. He remembers that last night, Anastasia warned him not to get between her and Christian. Jonas understood. He also never expected to be with Anastasia. He knows where he stands. He does not feel worthy of Ana.
"She likes you, Chris. Why are you ignoring her?" shrieked Jonas.
Christian, who was climbing the stairs leading into the house, stopped. Even though he refused his father's arranged marriage for Jonas, he turned and looked at Jonas.
"She doesn't love me. She just wants to be where I am. Ana never liked me when I was a weak and sick man." Christian smiles bitterly. "Suddenly, she wants to be my wife when I become handsome and in control of a big company? I know who to be with me, Jonas. Don't force me to accept her!"
After saying that, Christian went into the house. In contrast, Jonas fell silent after hearing Christian's words.
Anastasia indeed had no interest in Christian before. Instead, she was closer to Jonas, who at that time was stronger and could always be relied on, compared to Christian, who was always sick. Now that Christian is recovering and has an important position in his father's company, all the girls want to be with Christian.
"But it's better than her with me, Chris. I'm just an assistant," Jonas muttered.
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Natasha is busy with work at the cafe this morning. She is so actively working to serve the customers who come. While she was busy with her work, two men wearing suits entered. Natasha did not mean to look at them. However, his heart suddenly beat fast when she saw who was coming.
The two men were Jonas and Christian. This time Christian did not come to order his drink. He was sitting at one of the tables. He chose a corner of the room so as not to be disturbed by anything and anyone. Christian sits down. His hands were busy with his cell phone, so he did not pay attention to Natasha or even anyone while Jonas queued to order something.
"Two warm espressos. I'll have one here," Jonas said very politely. He handed his debit card to Natasha. Even though Jonas had visited Natasha's house last night, he acted formally with her.
Natasha smiled sweetly at Jonas. She tried to be polite and friendly. "You came home on time?" asked Natasha while making a payment transaction for Jonas's order.
"Oh, yes. Thanks for asking," Jonas said. He also smiled at Natasha. Natasha blushed when she saw the smile on Jonas's lips. She rarely spoke and rarely expressed herself. However, when he smiles, it makes every woman's heart flutter.
Christian watches Jonas from his desk. Jonas usually took little time to order coffee. He saw Jonas chatting with Natasha, and they looked familiar.
"Huh, since when did they get along?" muttered Christian.
The results of Christian's examination yesterday with Natasha made Christian have to keep his promise not to disturb Natasha anymore. As a man, Christian must keep his promise. That was why Jonas ordered coffee because Christian knew Natasha was there.
Moments later, Jonas comes and sits across from Christian. He did not say anything but took out his phone. Jonas is a workaholic, too disciplined and flat. Christian has always thought that his flat demeanor made him never date anyone so far.
"Since when does a flat Jonas smile at women?" Christian asked, glancing sinisterly at Jonas.
"Excuse me?" Jonas didn't understand what Christian meant. "What do you mean?"
Christian just sighed. He did not want to talk about this. He no longer wanted to be seen as too obsessed with Natasha.
"Nothing," Christian replied.
A few moments later, Natasha came to deliver the coffee Jonas ordered. Christian looked confused when Natasha suddenly came and served coffee to his table. He also pretended to be serious with his phone.
Jonas notices Christian's strange behavior. Even though Natasha did nothing except put two cups of espresso on the table.
"Please enjoy your coffee, Sir," said Natasha politely. She has to be polite to customers, right?
Christian still pretends not to look at Natasha. Likewise, Natasha tries to be professional.
"Thank you, Tasha," Jonas said with a smile.
'Tasha,' thought Christian. 'Since when did he call by a nickname?'
Christian turns, but Natasha has already left. He glared at Jonas. "Are you very close with her?" asked Jonas. His voice sounded hoarse.
"Oh, it's not like that. She doesn't want to be called Miss Natasha. I just do what she wants," Jonas replied. "Why?"
"W-why?" Christian was also embarrassed. "Nothing. I don't care whom you call her."
Meanwhile, Natasha immediately entered the warehouse after serving Jonas's ordered coffee. Her breathing seems erratic. She held her chest because she felt something strange.
"Why am I so nervous? How strange," muttered Natasha.
She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. Several times she rubbed her chest. Moments later, her tears suddenly dropped down.
"Shit! What's wrong with me?" She wiped her tears, but she just cried. "Why am I crying? Why does it hurt so much to meet him?"
Natasha could not control herself. She let the crying overwhelm her. Natasha cried as if she had lost someone. She even had to beat her chest because of tightness.
"Oh, my God. What's going on? I don't understand what has happened to me?"
While she was crying, suddenly her boss came in. He was surprised when he saw Natasha crying in the warehouse alone.
"Natasha? Are you crying?" Robert asked.