Chapter 17

Jyeon doesn’t give me another second of his time. He flips his laptop shut in haste and stalks out of the room, leaving the door to swing shut behind him, and yet like a sad, pathetic, desperate lover, I follow him. I clench my fists and try to calm my erratic breathing.

“You can’t leave. We have a crisis meeting to call. We have issues with the distribution chain for the flex company.” I’m grasping at straws, knowing I don’t want him to go wherever he’s going and whoever gave him that jacket. It’s intuition, a heart begging another heart not to betray them.

“You handle it. You always do just fine without me. You always will.” It’s a weird tone, lacking emotion, and I finally get another look thrown back my way. Only it’s a wary and dark expression that I can’t read, and I feel like he’s giving me subtle messages.

I want to scream at him, run after him, and cling to him, but I’m aware of the receptionist right at my left and how quickly rumors would fly if I behave