Jayden stared at her, his eyes wide open, revealing his irritation.
One thing Jayden despised was when people called him wicked.
He despised it when others addressed him in this manner. "Did I say something inappropriate?" Freda questioned Jayden because she noticed he was staring at her with bloodshot eyes.
As he tried to team himself down, he rose from his seat and exhaled deeply. "Please leave my office." Jayden stated with a cold voice and a cold aura.
Freda bit her lower lip a few times as she flustered her eyelashes. "Does this mean I can take tomorrow off?" She inquired.
She was still worried about taking the day off because she planned to visit her adopted parents.
He opened his mouth slightly, but it was difficult for him to say anything.
He wanted to drag her out of the office because seeing her made him even angrier.
Jayden has worked so hard for his company's success that he now despised himself because he was paying with his life.
He had eaten unhealthy foods and starved himself severely in order for his company to be recognized as one of the best, and as a result of all his sacrifice, he was diagnosed with cancer.
His maid, who had recently been admitted to the hospital, was the only person he had told about his cancer, and when he returned to the mansion, he wanted to remind his maid not to overwork herself, but instead he received bad news.
Deep down, he blamed himself for making his maid sick, and hearing an autistic patient call him wicked makes his blood boil.
He exhaled once more as he approached the office door. "Leave!" He spoke with a cold voice and bloodshot eyes.
"Are you upset with me?" Freda inquired because she was perplexed by his unexpected reaction.
Freda bites her lower lip in response to his lethal stare as goosebumps filled her entire body.
She could tell he was annoyed by his expression. "I… I don't mean to upset you, sir, and I don't…"
Jayden chimed, interrupting her statement. "Get the hell out!" He screamed.
The entire office became extremely cold, and she nodded before returning her attention to her puzzle box.
She slowly made her way towards the door after completing the puzzle, and as she was about to leave the office, her head collided with Mr. Edgar.
"Hey." Mr. Edgar summoned Freda because her head had collided with his chest.
She staggered backwards before raising her head to face her boss. "I have to return to my desk." Freda stated.
Her jaw was clenched and she was frowning. She has no idea why Jayden was upset with her, so she wants to relax by playing with her puzzle on her office desk.
"Did anything happen?" Mr. Edgar inquired, his brow furrowed.
He can see Jayden and Freda's expressions, and the atmosphere alone tells him that something isn't right. "Someone ought to please ans…"
"You can give Freda the rest of today and tomorrow as a day off." Jayden's voice was deep and cold.
After his statement, he fumbled his way out of the office, completely annoyed.
Mr. Edgar was taken aback by Jayden's actions. "What happened between you tw…"
"I appreciate you giving me the day off." Freda said as she stopped her boss from finishing his statement.
Freda, who had been feeling down, smiled happily and bowed slightly to her boss.
She walked out of the office after making her statement, leaving her boss behind.
Her boss became immobile as he looked behind Freda. "What do the two of them believe they are doing? Cutting me off in the middle of my statement and making me feel as if I'm a fo…"
"Sir, you must sign the development agreement for the new project." Someone abruptly cut Mr. Edgar off, and the person who did so was a new intern at the company.
Mr. Edgar was so irritated that he had to retreat inwardly. 'Look at this brat!'
He followed the intern so he could look at the product again.
Freda, on the other hand, made her way to her desk as she arranged her backpack, and after double-checking that she hadn't forgotten anything, she carried her bag and left the office.
She sees no point in informing Mr. Edgar that she was leaving because he was aware that the CEO has granted her the day off.
Freda sped up her steps as she made her way to her car. She revved up her car engine and drove away to her parents' house.
"Good afternoon, Mom, and good afternoon, Dad." Freda greeted them as soon as she arrived at their home.
"Honey! Our baby has finally paid us a visit." Freda's mother exclaimed as she dashed towards Freda, who was attempting to remove her snicker so she could put on her slippers.
She smiled brightly when she sees her mother.
Mrs. Rowan was dressed in a long blue flowery gown that reached her feet. Her black hair was in a messy ponytail, and she appeared to have been very busy.
Freda's parents live in their own home, which has only two rooms. Freda has her own room, while Mr. and Mrs. Rowan shared the other.
Mrs. Freda returned her daughter's smile as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.
When she looked at Freda, her heart stopped racing faster. Mrs. Rowan was always worried about her daughter, but seeing that Freda didn't lose weight since her last visit made her happy.
"Why have you been staring at me for so long? It's unsettling." Freda stated, because her mother has been staring at her with admiration, which makes her uncomfortable.
"Ohh. That." Mrs. Freda mumble as she quickly blinked her eyelashes before turning around and refusing to look at Freda. "I'm surprised you came to visit me today. Is everything okay?" She continued.
"Everything is in order Mom, and an autistic patient regard family members as close strangers, so you should be unaffected by this." Freda explained.
She wasn't aware if her words was hurtful because that was also a characteristic of autism patients. They always say what they think.
Freda Dad, who had been inside his room, made his way quickly to the setting room. "I'm overjoyed that you've finally decided to visit us." Mr. Rowan said as he took Freda's hand in his for a handshake.
He was dressed simply In a pair of shorts and a white shirt.
Freda returned his handshake, and just as she was about to pull away from him, her father asked her a question. "Freda, it's odd that you left your company at this time of day. Is everything okay?"
Freda bites her lower lip as she walks towards the dining room, ignoring her father.
She sat down and stared at her puzzle box. "Do you have a boy problem?" This time, it was her mother who questioned her.