Kelsey was trembling while keeping her hands close to her body. Seeing her, I asked, "Why didn't you wait inside since the weather's freezing?"
She smiled, and her eyes looked a little bleak. "I... was waiting for you." I didn't question it, seeing that she looked a little poor.
Bridge House was no high- end place. Previously, while Kelsey worked in the Roberts Group, she was paid quite handsomely that she would not need to care about splurging on luxuries once in a while.
But now...
I couldn't quite figure out what was going on with her. She was capable of fending for herself with her skills even if she was jobless on top of enduring Calvin's mistreatment. Somehow, she was in a desolate, helpless position.
We ordered a meal after settling down in Bridge House. Kelsey stole glances at me, wanting to speak but at the same time didn't know where to start.
I paused and took the initiative to speak. "Kelsey, you're looking for me because..."
"Director Reid, do you still remember the incident when you were kidnapped at the underground parking lot?" Kelsey spoke frankly.
I was surprised that she knew about it. There was only a handful of people who knew about it, and that excludes her.
"Calvin told you about it?" At that time, I remembered seeing him because Alford Audit wanted Roberts Group's audit. I reckoned that Austin and Andrea were both involved in this as well.
At that time, I didn't want to make this a big issue since I assumed it would neither matter nor have a lasting impact.
She shook her head. The thick foundation she lathered on her face could not cover up her haggard look. "I overheard it. Have you ever thought about how many people knew how you conspired to fake a miscarriage with Richard in order to detach yourself from Mr. Roberts?"
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: My Pretty Sweetheart