I Stopped Waiting and Started Loving novel Chapter 37

Parrish saw the redness pooling in the corners of her eyes, and the irritation in his chest grew stronger. He instinctively wanted to explain himself.

"Parrish, stop giving Bonnie a hard time."

Seraphina tugged gently at Parrish's arm, letting out a delicate, fragile sigh.

"She's already working as a receptionist. Just let her stay here. I don't mind."

With that, she turned to look at Bonnie, a look of condescending pity in her eyes.

"Bonnie, you shouldn't blame Parrish for speaking harshly. He has to manage such a massive corporation every day, with endless meetings and social events. It's incredibly exhausting."

"We need to learn to be understanding of him, instead of constantly bringing up something as vulgar as money."

"Parrish is so wealthy, why would he ever shortchange you? Acting like this just makes it seem like you only care about money."

Seraphina offered a small smile and smoothly nestled herself against Parrish's chest.

"Parrish, help me to the clinic. I just learned a new soothing massage technique. I'll give you a rubdown later to help you relax."

Parrish pulled his gaze away from Bonnie, his expression hardening.

"Fine. If you insist on staying here to humiliate yourself, then do your job."

He coldly dropped his final words. "Whenever you manage to become as capable and understanding as Seraphina, I'll give you what you deserve."

With that, he supported Seraphina and turned toward the clinic.

They hadn't even taken two steps when Seraphina suddenly let out an "Ouch!" and stumbled sideways.

"What is it?" Parrish frowned.

"My foot hurts..." Seraphina said tearfully. "We walked too fast, I think I aggravated the injury."

Without another word, Parrish bent down and scooped her up into his arms.

"Ah! Parrish, put me down! People are watching..." Seraphina gasped, burying her face shyly into his chest.

"Let them watch."

Parrish's voice was flat as he carried her straight down the corridor.

Bonnie stared at their retreating figures, her hands gripping the edge of the desk so tightly her knuckles turned white.

She was trembling with anger, her fingernails leaving deep, crescent-shaped indentations in her palms.

"Bonnie, what's wrong? Are you having a hard time adjusting?"

A gentle voice inquired from behind.

Seraphina complained playfully while pushing harder. "But it's okay. As long as it makes you feel better, I don't mind trying harder."

But Parrish didn't feel better at all.

His mind uncontrollably wandered back to Bonnie.

For the past five years, almost every single week without fail, Bonnie had given him a head massage twice.

Bonnie's pressure would always adapt to his tolerance, slowly and gradually increasing. She always hit the exact sore pressure points with absolute precision.

The pressure was deep but never painful, making him so comfortable he would often just fall asleep.

Parrish felt a spike of frustration. He began to wonder if Bonnie had simply massaged him too deeply in the past.

Because even though Seraphina was pushing harder now, it still felt like a weak scratch, leaving him incredibly agitated and uncomfortable.

Ten minutes passed, and instead of alleviating his headache, the massage had caused a dull throb to form.

Unable to take it anymore, Parrish abruptly sat up, dodging Seraphina's hands.

"Forget it. Stop. I have an important meeting at the company this morning."

Seraphina's hands froze in midair, a deeply wronged expression instantly flashing across her face.