When she woke up in the morning, the man beside her was already gone.
Carla was a little edgy. Today's an unusual day. Shelley has moved in, and even Old Mr. Giblo is here…
As a secret lover, she was clueless as to how she should deal with such a situation.
Just as she was deep in her thoughts, Naya knocked on the door and came in.
Carla was about to tidy up the messy bed, but Naya was already entering the room with a medical trolley. Apart from that, two maids and two female paramedics were also coming in after her.
Carla was extremely embarrassed, but they had long gotten used to it.
Naya checked on her injury and asked the maid to help her take a bath. When Carla came out, Naya changed her bandages.
Carla had been longing for a bath as her body felt sweaty and sticky, which made her uncomfortable.
The maids helped her as she went for a bath and changed into a snuggly cotton dress.
When she came out, another maid had already cleaned the room and changed a new bedsheet.
Naya applied the medication for her and prepared to take her to the hospital for physiotherapy.
Seeing as such, Carla asked in a low voice, "Is Old Mr. Giblo and Miss Benday still around?"
"They're having breakfast downstairs, " Naya replied with a smile. "Don't worry, Mr. Giblo is there too."
His existence is exactly the reason why I should be worried.
Carla was restless and agitated. But what can I do? I can't be staying in this bedroom all day, right?
Besides, this relationship is the result of his constant pestering and had nothing to do with me.
If Old Mr. Giblo hits the roof seeing me around and decides to boot me out and warn Zayn never to see me again, it would be a liberation for me.
Thinking of this, Carla drew in a long breath and walked out of the room.
"Miss Wigston, slow down. Let me help you."
A young paramedic hurriedly held Carla in fear that she would stumble.
Treading on the spiral staircase, Carla saw the happy family in the dining room.
Shelley was sparing no effort in pleasing old Mr. Giblo and teasing Zayn every now and then.
Zayn lifted the corner of his lips slightly in response to her while reading Fortune attentively.
"Take your breakfast first and read that later." Old Mr. Giblo knocked softly on the table. "Shelley is talking to you. Are you deaf?"
Zayn had to put down the magazine and glanced at Shelley. "What?"
"I was saying, shall we go for site inspection together in the afternoon?" Shelley shot him a sweet smile as she replied.
"It's a jumbled mess at the site. It's better for you to stay away from that place and ask someone else to go."
When Zayn said that, he was eyeing Carla who was walking down the stairs.
In a Whyte cotton dress and with her beautiful hair hanging loose over her shoulders, she looked pleasant and refreshing. The only minor imperfection was the uneasiness glowing dimly in her eyes.
Naya helped her over to the dining table since she seemed a little nervous.
"Carla is awake?" Shelley looked up with a broad smile and called out to her graciously, "Come and have breakfast."
"Thank you. It's okay. I'm not hungry, " Carla answered politely. "I—"
"There's no need for formalities here." Shelley walked over and held her hand with a smile before she continued, "Zayn lost his temper and hurt you last night. As your boss, he's just doing his part by taking you in temporarily and letting you recuperate here. So, don't worry. Just make yourself at home."
This decorous remark left Carla speechless…
She had no idea if it was an excuse given by Zayn or one that Shelley came up with.
It was crystal clear to everyone what her identity was, but still, a righteous reason had to be offered. Is she trying to play dumb?
An even more ludicrous fact was that such a poorly disguised explanation was accepted by everyone.
Old Mr. Giblo eyeballed Carla from head to toe and started dispassionately, "What's your name?"
"Char… Carla!" She was noticeably anxious.
"How old are you?" It was as if old Mr. Giblo was interrogating a criminal.
"Twenty-three, " answered Carla softly.
"I heard that you're a secretary at Divine Corporation. Is that true?" Old Mr. Giblo continued questioning.
"That's right." Carla nodded.
"I've studied your resume. You haven't graduated from university and have no particular strengths." Old Mr. Giblo threw a pile of documents on the table, sounding all high and mighty. "With such qualifications, you're not even fit to be a janitor at Divine Corporation. How did you worm your way in?"
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