Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 239

Spencer's POV:

I walked swiftly into Vivian's private room, eager. Inside, I proudly raised the black card in front of Vivian, as if I had found something of incredible importance.

"How could you forget such an important thing?"

Vivian stared at the black card, her face turning red steadily.

She immediately reached out to grab the card from me, but I deliberately raised it high up, away from her reach. Vivian jumped several times, swiping her hands for the card, but the difference in our height rendered her efforts vain. "What's going on? Do you want to destroy the evidence?" I lowered my head and shot a challenging stare at Vivian, my face incomparably smug.

At this moment, Vivian jumped up once more and grabbed my hand.

The distance between us was immediately shortened, and the tip of my nose almost touched hers. Vivian's long, curly eyelashes fluttered gently in front of me, like a butterfly flapping its wings. The sight made my heart itch with longing.

"Do you want it that much? Then I'll give it to you." Vivian let go of my hand and took two steps back, suddenly looking embarrassed.

"Spencer, can you please leave now? I'm still working."

I responded by throwing the card into the trash can right in front of her eyes. Then, ignoring everything, I sat down and remain unmoved.

"You seem to have forgotten something, Vivian. I'm your boss. I have the right to supervise my employee's work."

My words were too powerful for her to retort.

Vivian was rendered speechless, too angry to speak.

"Wow, you're such a responsible boss." She bit her lips and rolled her eyes, and tried her best to pretend I wasn't there.

Never had I imagined that it would be this entertaining to make fun of her. It was so fun, I almost burst into laughter.

The entire time, I just sat there and watched Vivian work quietly.

She deliberately turned to the computer on the desk, which covered her frame and shielded her from my eyes, as if she didn't want me to see her at all.

Unfortunately, as her concentration grew, she gradually relaxed her vigilance. I watched silently, appreciating the concentration she put in for her work.

When Vivian didn't smile, she looked elegant, like a lone white swan that stood out proudly from her peers. Yet, for some reason, she had a melancholy look to her.

I wished I could turn into the files in her computer, so that she would concentrate on me the same way she concentrated on her work.

About half an hour later, Vivian finally rose from her seat, about to get some water. Standing up, she noticed that I was still sitting on the sofa.

"Dear boss, don't you feel this is enough? Have you realized that I work hard and your money isn't wasted on me?"

Though she spoke casually, there was a trace of anger in her voice.

"I'll pay you more money if I can keep watching." But then I raised my hands in surrender, and hurried out of the private room as fast as my legs could carry me.

If I continued to stay here, I'd really piss her off! I didn't want that.

*****

The air in Mint Bar was very hot during the middle of the night, as usual.

Wanting to get a glass of wine to quench my thirst, I went to the bar counter. When I arrived there, a particularly eye-catching woman on the dance floor caught my attention.

She had a perfect figure and danced with incredible grace, becoming one with the music. Her steps were akin to dancing keys, giving the dynamic rhythm a soft bounce, but without any sense of frivolity.

She was no doubt the most beautiful woman in the bar tonight.

The men around her knew how to appreciate beauty, just like me, and stared fawningly at her. They stayed for a long time, refusing to leave, their eyes never straying away from the beautiful dancing woman. From time to time, they would approach her and flirt with her.

As the light fell on the woman, her face was revealed to me. Immediately, I grew livid.

The woman was none other than Vivian!

What was wrong with this woman? Why was she so cold only to me? Why was she dancing with so many men passionately?

Even though she might be acting, I couldn't stand it anymore.

"Is she insane...?" I slammed my wine glass on the table, seething. The bartender at the bar counter was taken aback by my sudden outburst of anger. He agreed with my sentiment and said, "Vivian's a little crazy in the first place. No one can read her mind."

I didn't even drink my wine and returned swiftly to my private room. I wanted to check my phone and find something to relieve my boredom.

To my surprise, the topic of the news was a gossip claiming that Charles Moore was afraid of his wife, so much that he didn't help his first love, Rita.

The comments below all condemned Charles's coldness, and started making stories on how tough Scarlett could be to tame Charles in such a way.