Love Coming From The Least Expected novel Chapter 232

Hearing that, I felt utterly bewildered and flattered. Even if I had been dismissed due to a misunderstanding, does the CEO himself have to phone me and ask me to go back? I’m no one significant.

“Vonnie? Vonnie, are you still there?”

“Yes, of course!” I answered, snapping back to my senses. “Are you sure you’re not making a mistake here, Mr. Whitrow? I’m just an admin staff, not a technical staff.”

“There’s no mistake. Well, it’s decided, then. Come to work tomorrow, and your attendance will be counted as full.” After saying that, Richard promptly hung up.

As I stared at my cell phone, I bit my lip lightly. Only when pain registered did I realize that it wasn’t a dream. “How baffling! Could it be that God blessed me with good news since I’ve already suffered a misfortune today?”

Later, I told Christopher about the matter. A mysterious smile bloomed on his face as he rummaged in the closet. “No wonder you haven’t been going to work in the past few days. Since you’ve been idle lately, it’s good for you to go to work so that your imagination doesn’t run wild when I lack time to keep you company.”

Still, mystification engulfed me. I propped a hand under my chin in contemplation. “Well, I just find it perplexing. I’m nobody in the company, so why are they regarding me so highly? Could it be that they’ve discovered that I’m actually the kind of rare talent who has to be nurtured?”

“Perhaps it’s a gift from God.” Christopher handed me an evening gown. “Here, O’ talented one. Attend a party with me tomorrow in this, okay?”

“You want me to attend a party with you? What party is it?” Holding the evening gown out, I regarded it carefully. It was a stunningly beautiful gown he had specially prepared for me with matching undergarments in the same color.

“You’ll know when we’re there. Don’t worry; it’ll just be a few friends of mine. It’s just a small gathering with no one significant. As my girlfriend, you’ve got to make me proud lest those jerks disparate me as a saint who hasn’t touched a woman in years.”

Picking up the pink panties, Christopher brandished them before me with a smirk. “Do try them on. I picked them especially for you, but I might have gotten the size wrong.”