I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 627

After finishing the pastries, it was almost lunchtime.

I took two boxes of pastries and headed back to the hotel with David, but the stout owner insisted on seeing me off.

I told him it wasn't necessary, but he was persistent.

Once we reached the hotel entrance, he still wouldn't give up. "Ms. Jones," he said, "your skills are exceptional. I genuinely want to hire you. The pay might be a little low, but... how about fifty thousand a year? No, sixty! Actually, let's make it a hundred thousand! Plus a full benefits package, weekends off, and no overtime. What do you say?"

David, standing nearby, started grumbling. "Hey, that's not fair! I work for you, and you only pay me a pittance with no benefits, but you're offering her a hundred grand a year with the whole package? What's up with that?"

The owner retorted, "You don't get it! Talent is what matters these days!"

I was stunned, but secretly thrilled. A hundred thousand dollars! That was a lot of money!

Maybe there was hope for making a living through my own labor after all!

Still, I politely declined.

I was only looking for part-time or temporary work, mostly to prove to myself that I was capable.

The owner looked disappointed, his ears turning red as he stared at me intently.

"Are you... single, by any chance?"

"I am," I replied casually.

The owner's face instantly lit up, while David rolled his eyes.

I didn't think much of it and was about to head to my room.

Suddenly, the owner reached out towards me. I instinctively dodged, but I didn't see the slippery, moss-covered stone at my feet. My shoe slipped.

I braced myself for a nasty fall, but instead, I landed squarely against a hard, warm chest. An arm wrapped around my waist, steadying me.

I glanced over my shoulder and saw a familiar, tall figure. A wave of joy washed over me, and a smile spread across my face. I let myself relax into his arms. "What are you doing here?"

Steven saw my delighted expression, but his own handsome, refined face remained stoic. He reached up and plucked a leaf from my hair. "Running around a strange place all by yourself," he said coldly. "Where have you been all morning?"

"I was working a part-time job nearby," I said, realizing then that the owner had just been trying to get the leaf for me. I pointed to the stout man and proudly held up the two boxes of pastries. "At his shop! See? I can make delicious things! And I even earned some money!"

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