When Sasha arrived at her Aunt's ward, she stood outside the door. It was very quiet inside. Peering in through the glass window, she saw that Natalie had made some soup and was feeding Aunt Nancy patiently.
After standing at the door for a while, she finally gathered her courage to push open the door and walked in.
Aunt Nancy looked over her shoulder at the sound of the door opening. As soon as she caught sight of me, her face soured at once, and fury glinted in her eyes.
"Sasha!" Natalie greeted happily.
"How are Aunt's legs, Natalie? What did the doctor say? She inquired softly.
"Why are you still asking when you can see it for yourself?" Aunt Nancy snarled coldly as she regarded Sasha with wrath written all over her face.
"Mom! What are you saying? Sasha, Don't worry! Mom is in a bad mood today." Natalie comforted after having walked over to her, patting her on the shoulder.
"Just leave if there's nothing else, for the sight of you is irritating me greatly!" Aunt Nancy coldly dismissed her before Sasha had even said anything much.
"Natalie, I will take a leave. Call me later."
After saying that, Saaha whirled around and hastened toward the door. By the time she reached the hospital lobby, the frustration within her had mushroomed.
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When Anna arrived at the office, a delivery man asked, "Excuse me. May I know who Ms. Anna Hart is?"
"That's me!"
Immediately, Anna replied to the delivery man. The latter marched toward her, and she was nonplussed at the sight of a gigantic bouquet of red roses in his hands. Who sent me these roses?
Signing the proof of delivery, she took over the bouquet of roses and fished out a small card.
For some inexplicable reason, she felt a pang of uncomfortable when she found out that it was from Richard.
Seeing that Anna remained silent, Jean came to her side and tried to read the card.
Anna with a stoic expression placed flowers on her desk and turned. Just as she was about to speak, her gaze landed on the man behind her.
At the sight of Sean's frigid expression, her heart skipped a beat, and a sense of foreboding welled up in her heart.
"M-Mr. Wesley…" she blurted out in a panic.
"Is this how you work? The Museum isn't the place for you to be lovey-dovey. Pay back my money now."
Sean's icy voice echoed in the air. His tone was laced with rage, and his gloomy gaze was riveted on Anna.
Instantly, Jean lowered her head and dared not make a sound, scurrying back to her desk to work.
Anna glared at the domineering man who stormed into his room, slamming the door behind him. A wave of fury surged within her as she snorted inwardly. Pfft! He's overreacting by putting her in a tight spot!. By the time Sean returned, Anna was asleep in the living room.
Sean stayed in the living room while quietly staring at Anna. "Anna!" he called out in a cold voice as his indifferent eyes looked down at her.
"Why is it so loud?" she complained while gesturing to keep quiet.
Meanwhile, Sean's heart skipped a beat when he heard her soft and tender voice. Moreover, she wasn't even trying to look gorgeous. Her natural state was still very attractive. She looked gorgeous without any make-up or effort.
For unknown reasons, Sean suddenly felt angered when he remembered a scene. "Wake up already, Anna!" he shouted in a cold, frustrated voice.
While rubbing her eyes, she was surprised by the furious man in front of her. "Mr. Wesley you're home," she murmured in a gentle voice.
"You should go to bed if you want to sleep," Sean reprimanded in a furious tone.
"I accidentally fell asleep while reading a book." She said in a low voice while rubbing her eyes.
"So it's my fault that you thought of the sofa as a bed and slept on it?" He asked with raised eyebrows.
"What's the matter, Mr. Wesley? Why are you so angry?" Anna asked.
"Just go to bed!" He said to her ruthlessly.
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"Gosh! I am late." Sasha glanced at the clock and frowned. "Authur, I am going," Sasha said before she rushed out of the room.
But her steps halted when she saw a handsome man leaning on the vehicle. His lips turned up into a smile when he saw her.
"Why did you come back earlier?" Sasha asked. She gave him a look over and noticed the tiredness on his face. "Did you come over straight from the airport?
"umm...."
Sasha felt her body tugged forward. Suddenly, her head rested on his chest and his arms wrapped around her body tightly.
"Hey! My brother is at the home.", Sasha said as she pulled herself from Ryan.
Ryan's brows are slightly wrinkled, feeling disappointed. "What are you worried about?"