She paused in her footsteps, feeling an ache in her heart. There seemed to be a hint of grief in his tone…
Before her whirlwind of emotions could settle, he continued saying the next part of his sentence, “You made a mess out of my desk. You should at least clean it.”
She gritted her teeth and walked out without turning back. “Assh*le! Do it yourself!”
The well-constructed cold expression on Jackson’s face crumbled as soon as she slammed his office door shut. He sat down on the chair that was still warm from her bum, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. A part of the gloom in his heart had been relieved.
He thought he had been hallucinating when he ran into her at the elevator and only realized that it was real when she opened her mouth to speak. He did not know how to face her. She was the only woman whom he had not been able to forget. Not seeing her was unbearable, but seeing her was even more unbearable.
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Tiffany discovered she had tears in her eyes when she finally entered the car. She pulled out a tissue paper and wiped it all away. However, tears keep brimming in her eyes, threatening to overflow down her cheeks. She could not control her emotions nor could she control the tears from streaming down her face. She should have known they could never return to being friends based on their personalities. They would not be able to smile and banter like they did in the past, and she could not bear thinking about him getting close to another woman.
Her eyes were slightly red when she returned to the office and handed the document back to Eric.
“Are you alright?” Eric asked tentatively, “Did Jackson make things difficult for you?”
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