Micah, who had come all the way back from the conference room, followed her and entered the president's office.
Noticing that she was in a bad mood, Micah didn't dare to open his mouth to talk on the way.
Upon entering the office, Abigail walked to her desk and sat down, while turning her head with the intention of scolding Micah.
"Mr. Micah, silencing your phone is a basic requirement for meetings. You ..."
Without waiting for her to finish, Micah passed his left palm to her and apologized honestly, "I'm sorry for this. There won't be a next time. If you're angry, you can punish me with a ruler like last time."
Abigail was speechless.
A bunch of preachy words were stopped by him.
Because of his honest admission of fault, the words that she had prepared to scold him seemed useless.
She froze and looked at Micah, who was too good to be true, and suddenly couldn't get angry at all.
"Whom do you learn this fast method of admitting mistakes from? This is so unlike the straight man you used to be."
Micah replied seriously, "Too straight men are useless. I don't know about the emotional matters. If I can't win your heart, I am doomed to loneliness."
She stifled a laugh.
The more she looked at Micah, the better she felt.
Sometimes she thought he was silly and cute, and sometimes she thought he was trying really hard to chase after her.
To be honest, she was quite touched that he was able to persist in chasing after her for more than a month. After all, he was from the richest family in Suham. He was the most famous person for the noble and arrogant, Mr. Micah.
As she thought about it, Micah was standing obediently in front of her, with his left palm outstretched, looking as if he was ready to be beaten and punished.
If he did not admit his mistake and did sophistry crazily, perhaps she, who was angry at that time, would really choose to use the most simple and rough way to scold the disobedient secretary.
But his attitude was correct, which made her couldn't bear to punish him.
Thinking about it, she used her hand and gently hit him on the palm.
"Since it's your first mistake, deduct your salary for a week. Any comments?"
Only one week's salary was deducted.
And Micah was not short of money himself.
"No comment. Ms. Matthews, you got it right."
Abigail was a little embarrassed by his compliment, blinked, focused back on the computer screen and said carelessly, "It was just a meeting. I saw you directly turned off your phone. The message maybe urgent. Perhaps there is really serious business. You better hurry to see."
It was only when she mentioned it that Micah remembered that his phone was off.
When he turned on the phone and checked, there were five or six messages all from Rara.
Lyra: [How are you doing? Do you get her?]
[When are you going to bring her back Suham to meet us?]
[As the head of the family, I can buy you a dinner!]
[By the way, I recently want to do a kinship identification. I won't rest assured to let others do this. If you're free recently, remember to come back, as a favor to your sister.]
[If you can, bring Abigail back with you! After all, you are engaged, I have a share of the credit!]
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Micah thought the messages were cute. On his always cold face, there was a smile.
Abigail saw him staring at his phone and smiling, and inquired, "Can I take the liberty of asking you if you see something happy?"
Micah heard her, "It would not be presumptuous if you ask me as a fiancee."
Lately he was always talking about the engagement and exercising his engagement rights was getting more and more smooth.
Abigail echoed, "Yes, I'm talking to you as your fiancee."
It was the fastest acknowledgement of her fiancee status, and Micah was inwardly happy to explain it to her without reservation.
"Some messages from Rara. She says she wants me to come back to Suham in the near future and help her out a little."
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