Patricia felt this was probably for the best, to avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings.
Ellar watched Patricia leave without hesitation, feeling a deep, muted pain in his heart.
A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.
“Mr. Riddle, these are urgent,” his secretary announced, entering the room.
“Just leave them,” Ellar instructed, returning to his desk.
After the secretary placed the documents down and left, Ellar picked them up without hesitation and began to work, engrossed in his tasks for the entire morning.
Noticing Ellar hadn’t left his office, Patricia approached with a puzzled look.
She knocked on his office door.
“Come in,” Ellar’s voice sounded from inside.
Opening the door, Patricia asked, “Aren’t you going to have lunch? It’s lunchtime.” “I’m not eating,” Ellar responded tersely, then returned his focus to the documents.
Patricia was taken aback.
After a moment’s hesitation, she closed the door and left.
Hearing the door shut, Ellar gripped the document tighter, a sense of desolation washing over him.
‘She really doesn’t care about my feelings.’ After lunch, Patricia hesitated for a moment, then decided to have a meal packed for Ellar as well.
Back at the company, she instructed the secretary to deliver the lunch to Ellar’s office.
“Take it away.
I’m not eating,” Ellar said, irritated.
“But…” the secretary began, “Patricia said you must eat your lunch, or you won’t hold up.” “] don’t care about who said so, I’m the boss.
I don’t need to listen…”” Ellar paused his retort as he suddenly realize something.
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