Chapter 132
They were running late, and was nish hour in the city center.
When the light turned green, Virgil drove forward with the flow of traffic. Just as they were about to pass the intersection, the light turned red again.
He had to brake abruptly and came to a stop in the middle of the traffic jam.
Moira glanced at her phone to check the time, then said. “How about after this intersection, you pull over and drop me off?”
Virgil replied. “It’s hard to get a taxi at this time.
“But if you take me to the office, you’ll be late for work.”
“It’s fine.” Virgil answered, his gaze still fixed ahead. His expression was unreadable, but Moira noticed him glance at his watch from time to time, which showed he wasn’t as unconcerned as he made it seem
Moira had gotten used to being left on the street by Austin a few times when he had urgent matters.
Virgil was always very punctual, and she understood that.
“Are you working at the Merton Group?” she asked.
Virgil narrowed his eyes slightly, then suddenly turned his head to look at her. His dark, intense eyes seemed to be probing, sharp
“Big companies like that are much stricter with management than smaller ones like ours. If you drop me off and we’re late, I’ll lose attendance for the month. That means a significant pay cut,” Moira continued.
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She had assumed Virgil worked in a senior position at the Morton Group. Senior executives likely had some leeway, though she figured they probably had full attendance policies, especially in a local powerhouse like the Morton Group.
Seeing that Moira didn’t actually recognize his identity but rather assumed he worked at the Morton Group, Virgil withdrew his gaze and nodded slightly
Moira realized Zea had been right. Virgil did indeed work at the Morton Group.
Then just drop me off up ahead Moira said
Virgil found her a bit chatty, but after all, she was his wife, and she seemed genuinely concerned about his “full attendance.
After a moment of thought, he patiently told her, “Our boss doesn’t care about these trivial things.”
“Won’t they deduct your attendance?” Moira blinked, surprised. She had heard that big companies, especially international ones, were extremely strict about punctuality. Even being a second late could lead to severe reprimands.
Moira subconsciously didn’t want Virgil to be scolded.
Seeing the concern and unease in her eyes, Virgil reached over and gently patted her head. “No, it won’t
Virgil’s sudden affectionate gesture left Moira frozen, her heartbeat quickening
In fact, it wasn’t the first time he had touched her he had done so twice this momsing already, and this was the third.
But as she thought about the scene from when they woke up together in the same bed, her cheeks flushed uncontrollably
Virgil caught a glimpse of her reddened face in his peripheral vision. He raised an eyebrow and teased. “What are you thinking about?” “Nothing” Moira quickly turned her head away, opening the window slightly to let the morning breeze cool her face and disperse the heat. The light turned green, and Virgil drove through without hesitation
As they neared the office. Moira couldn’t help but think about yesterday’s events. Hesitantly, she tested the waters, asking, “Can I not quit my job!” Although she had no intention of resigning. Moira felt that the couple should address their issues openly and and a solution together.
1 promise that I’ll try my best not to go out with him again. If there’s ever a work–related dinner that I have to attend, I’ll let you know in advance. Is that alright”
Virgil’s response was calm but distant. “You have your own thoughts, I can’t interfere with that ”
So he was still angry.
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Chapter 132
Moira had hoped that after they slept together, things would be easier to talk through.
But even with his small gestures of affection just now, she realized that the tension from last night still lingered. Virgil was still upset.
She sighed inwardly, and after a moment of reflection, she spoke up again. I think you’re a really good person?
When Virgil didn’t reply, she curled her fingers nervously y and turned her gaze toward his sharply defined, handsome profile. In a slightly strained voice, she added, “Virgil actually… I think I’m starting to like you.
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