Chapter 4The Last Resignation

The dinner lasted until late at night. The drivers waited outside the house, and after it broke up here, they picked them up in time.

Only Lucas's driver had some accident on the way, so he arrived a bit late.

So the scene of being alone with him, which I was most unwilling to see, appeared. We stood side by side under the streetlamp, the light elongating our shadows.

At times like this, those unwilling and dark thoughts in my heart would clamor.

Only Lucas knew nothing. He just stood there quietly, less sharp than usual due to alcohol.

After a while, the driver finally arrived.

Lucas turned to look at me and asked very gentlemanly:

"Together?"

I shook my head, showing a grateful but distant smile at the right time:

"Thanks, Mr. Sterling, but my fiancé is already on the way."

So Lucas said no more, nodded slightly, and bent into the car.

Finally, I was the only one left in the world. The masks worn layer upon layer during the day could finally be taken off at this moment.

I kicked off my high heels casually, sat on the flower bed, rarely feeling a bit lost.

For a moment, I actually didn't know where I should go.

Not long after, rain began to drift from the sky. The first autumn rain after the start of autumn was cold hitting the body.

I walked barefoot along the road. This was a wealthy area, and I walked for a long time before finding a place to hail a taxi.

...

The road usually taken tonight was under maintenance. The driver didn't know, so he could only detour back and drive out again.

Lucas didn't expect to see Mia Johnson again, waiting by the roadside in the rain, dangling a shoe in one hand leisurely.

He was somewhat surprised. Didn't expect the always dignified and rigorous Secretary Johnson to have such, um, informal side.

After all, seeing her in the company usually, no matter when, she was always in a sharp suit, shirt buttoned to the top.

He had seen many women unbuttoning buttons, seemingly unintentionally bending down in front of him, but Secretary Johnson was an exception.

So he reused her, partly because of her professionalism, and partly because she knew boundaries.

When about to pass her, the driver asked in front:

"Should we give Secretary Johnson a ride?"

Lucas's eyes didn't ripple, answering simply:

"No need."

He had a bad opinion of her fiancé. Secretary Johnson was a smart person, only now it seemed her eyesight wasn't very good.

But feelings, like drinking water, one knows hot and cold oneself. He shouldn't interfere too much.