My boyfriend held the white moonlight of returning to China and watched me being made fun of by the whole table, but later he cried and begged me not to leave.

Chapter 4

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His face was cold, a low-pressure vibe all over him.

His tone held a deliberately suppressed anger:

"Phoebe, how long are you going to keep causing trouble?"

I looked at him, finding it amusing.

"We don’t have any relationship now, where do you get the nerve to say that?"

Gideon was momentarily at a loss for words.

He frowned, "What do you mean?"

"I mean don’t show up in front of me again."

I closed the door, walked towards the elevator.

From behind came his furious shout:

"Phoebe, you better never regret this!"

I turned and rolled my eyes at him.

Walked into the elevator with big strides.

What a crappy way to start the day.

At the office, I headed straight for the CEO’s office.

The receptionist girl saw me, sweetly called out "Secretary Phoebe," I nodded.

Took a deep breath before knocking and entering.

The man behind the desk didn’t even look up, busy with documents.

"Mr. Asher, I want to resign."

My heart was pounding.

Asher looked up at those words.

His sharp, deep gaze was piercing.

He frowned, "Resign? Phoebe, are you serious?"

I was silent for a moment.

"I… I was diagnosed with late-stage stomach cancer not long ago, time is running out."

The office was silent for a while.

I sneaked a glance at him.

His expression didn’t look quite right.

Afraid I might leave suddenly without finding someone to take over my work?

I quickly explained:

"Mr. Asher, don’t worry about no one handling my job after I leave, the admin department has someone more capable—"

Bang—

Asher slammed the file shut.

I immediately went silent.

His voice was a bit hoarse, "We’ll talk about resignation later."

"You, go to the hospital for a check-up right now."

I shrugged, "I don’t want to treat it, honestly, I feel fine now."

Asher: "Phoebe, listen."

His volume suddenly increased.

The veins on the back of his hand bulged.

I looked up to see his face slightly darkened, his deep eyes filled with unfathomable emotions.

I was a bit surprised.

Didn’t expect Mr. Asher to react so strongly to my resignation.

Shouldn’t be like this.

Even more unexpected, Asher came with me to the hospital for the check-up.

Maybe because we were classmates and desk mates in high school.

Mr. Asher had been looking out for me, an old classmate.

Makes sense.

On the way, my stomach started to ache.

In the hospital lobby, the pain made me break out in cold sweat.

My legs gave way, nearly collapsing.

The expected fall didn’t happen.

A large hand caught my waist in time.

I was pulled into an embrace.

The fresh, woody scent of cedar filled my nose.

The stomach cramps seemed to ease a bit.

"Phoebe, are you okay?"

Asher’s brows furrowed, worry in his eyes I’d never seen before.

My heart stirred slightly.

An indescribable feeling spread in my chest.

I shook my head, about to say I’m fine.

But then a mocking voice came from behind:

"Oh Phoebe, so you’ve found another man to be a doormat for."