The office was in a mess and I was not in the mood to stay there any longer.
I cast a cold glance at the group of people and walked out of the office. Hendrix caught my wrist from the side and yanked me forcefully. I glared at him and said, "Mr. Roberts, you'd better go and console your sweetheart."
After leaving the office, I went straight to Bronzy Condo. Monique was probably still resting, so I took a detour and went to the supermarket.
I hadn't been home recently, I reckoned the groceries I bought last time had expired. I had nothing to do anyway, so I decided to wander around to pass the time.
Unexpectedly, I ran into Sawyer. Seeing that he was pestered by a young beauty, it seemed that he must have provoked her.
I was already in a bad mood, so I went to watch the drama with my arms crossed.
To my surprise, Sawyer noticed me. He ran over to me and tugged my arm with a helpless look on his face, "Help me, it's an emergency!"
Without waiting for me to react, he said to the young lady, "Stella, this is the girl I've been telling you about. I like her very, very much. I've liked her for almost ten years now. I really don't feel anything for you. Stop pestering me, okay?"
Stella was rejected. Her eyes were red and she looked very pitiful. "You like her, but she may not like you. Sawyer, she looks old, I'm sure she's married. What about her is there to like?"
Me?
I looked old?
I didn't want to get involved in a children's quarrel, but my hand was clutched by Sawyer. He answered with a serious look, "Stella, do you remember when we were freshmen in university, you asked me who was the girl in the photo I kept in my wallet? Look carefully, it's her. I swear I liked her for ten years."
Stella was being tricked by him. She stared at me with her large and dark eyes. Then, tears rolled down her face. She seemed so sad.
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