My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 1789

"Boss," Mullen's emotionless voice gave me a fright. Her face looked blank as she said, "Isn't it enough for you to have private meet-ups with him every night? Do you still miss him?"

"Hm?" I was stunned. When I realized what she was trying to say, my face flushed red. I felt both angry and embarrassed. I retorted, "Mullen, what on earth are you thinking about? Could you please behave more appropriately? I'm just waiting for my friend. We promised to meet here half an hour ago."

"Oh." Miller pushed her glasses up expressionlessly, "Don't wait for someone who isn't coming. It's meaningless to do so."

"Sawyer doesn't want to meet me?" I asked.

Miller shrugged, neither making a comment nor agreeing.

I suddenly felt like I had been tricked. I got so angry that I called Sawyer's number again.

I soon heard a beeping sound. I thought my call had gone through, so I got ready to scold him. But then, I heard the automated voice message say, "I'm sorry, the number you have dialed is unavailable. Please..." "He rejected my call?" I pointed at the phone in disbelief. "He actually hung up on me?"

Mullen raised an eyebrow, her face looked nonchalant.

I was utterly irritated by Sawyer's attitude. Thinking of how friendly he was when we first met, I grew disappointed and angry with him. Putting on my coat, I said, "Go and prepare the car. How dare he hide from me."

"Where are we going?" Miller asked.

"His old place."

I've been waiting in Sawyer's office since this afternoon.

At seven o'clock, a figure pushed the door open and walked into the office. Then, the lights switched on. The light was dazzlingly bright, but I could still see his face clearly.

Upon seeing me, he froze for a few seconds before he took off his coat and hung it on the hanger as though nothing had happened. Walking to his desk and sitting down, he then instructed his secretary, "Bring two glasses of water for us."

"Well Mr. Clark, aren't you in high spirits? You must have just returned from scoring a project worth over a hundred million dollars. Why not open a bottle of fine wine to celebrate? Why are you drinking plain water?" I taunted him sarcastically.