Chapter 19 Under What Circumstances Would a Man Normally Feel Moody

Cecelia Shayne tousled her hair and pulled on her clothes. Right before William Sandler and Philip Keaton could figure out what was going to happen, she hugged Philip Keaton abruptly. William Sandler, “...” Philip Keaton, “...” Seeing the dumbfounded expression on William's face, Cecelia yelled, “Pretty boy, what are you doing just standing there? Can’t you see that the president is trying to have his ways with me? Hurry up and take a picture!” William Sandler, “...” Philip Keaton, “...” Their eyes met, both shell-shocked by Cecelia Shayne’s actions and words. Should one not be begging for mercy at a time like this? Why was she so different? After the initial shock, a hint of amusement was apparent in William Sandler’s eyes, as well as a shred of commendation too, if one were to observe meticulously. William Sandler had not expected she would come up with a strategy like that in such a short period of time. While he appreciates her adaptability, William Sandler felt it necessary to advise against her behavior of casually hugging other men. Pushing the thoughts away, William Sandler follows Cecelia Shayne’s request and pulls his cell to take photographic evidence! Seeing this, Cecelia Shayne quickly turned to ask, “How is it? Did you take the picture?” She quickly pushed herself away from Philip and rushed to William at the nod of his head. She grabbed the phone from his hand and looked through the photos he took. Ah, the photo was clear and taken from a good angle, not to mention how her expression was right on point. Seeing herself in the photo, Cecelia Shayne felt that perhaps she could even switch to acting in the future. That defiant gaze could not possibly get any more real! Wait no, this was not the point. The point was… Cecelia Shayne placed the photo before Philip Keaton with a sinister smile. “Mr. President, say I, for example, perhaps by accident, send this to the employee chatroom I was just added into yesterday…” Sometimes there were things that did not have to be explained in whole but could still be understood. Cecelia Shayne believed that the president was a smart man. Philip Keaton took a glance at William Sandler. Receiving the hint, he gritted his teeth and glared at Cecelia Shayne. “Fine. you win!” After speaking, he turned and left. Cecelia Shayne hurriedly went to close the door and was as happy as a lark the moment it was shut. “High-five!” She ran right up to William Sandler’s face. Reaching out his hand, William Sandler hit Cecelia’s palm gently in response. Seeing how Philip Keaton looked as if he had just eaten sh*t, Cecelia could not have been any more proud of herself. “So what if you’re the president, huh?” Carefully hiding the pleased glimmer in his eyes, he asked her, “Are you not afraid?” “Of course I am!” Cecelia Shayne furrowed her eyebrows. “How can I not be afraid? He’s the president! Offending him is putting myself in harm’s way! But even if I’m afraid, I can’t just stand by and let him fire the both of us. That’s a total of RMB20,000 per month and at least RMB200,000 per year. That’s a lot of money! With that in my mind, I don’t think I’ll be afraid of anything!” The warmth in William Sandler’s eyes disappeared instantly and instead, they grew a little cold. “So that was all because of money?” Not noticing the change in his eyes, Cecelia Shayne answered, “Yeah. For money, I can go the distance.” William Sandler, “...” However, William Sandler was not the only frustrated one. So was Philip Keaton in the elevator. He finally understood what William saw in Cecelia Shayne, someone with nothing, no social status or the like, but beauty. She was an exact copy of him. Both just as cunning and evil as the other. Was this not a prime example of the idiom, birds of a feather flock together? No, rather they are perfect for one another, a match made in heaven! Even with a trump card up her sleeve, Cecelia could not find it in herself to be at ease after offending such a big shot. Such company presidents in TV series and novels always had their means to get what they want, what if he set his mind on making her life difficult… The feeling of anxiety followed for three to four days, but as nothing happened, Cecelia found herself a little relieved. Only as she finally relaxed did Cecelia realize that something was off about William. At that moment, she attempted to share some of her lunch with him. “Pretty boy, the braised pork today is really delicious. Try some.” With the pork sandwiched between her chopsticks, Cecelia raised it to William's mouth habitually. Although both she and William Sandler ate takeaway the company had ordered, they did not eat the exact same things. Therefore, at noon each day, she would find herself sitting with William Sandler. That way, not only would there be a larger variety of dishes to choose from, but eating together was also much less lonely. Cecelia had not found anything off with William the past few days since she was too busy being anxious, though now… William simply spared her a faint glance, and with a tone even colder than his gaze. “Not hungry!” Cecelia was speechless. It did not seem like he ate much his morning at home. It was already noon, was he really not hungry? Carefully thinking about it, he had not eaten much at all the past few days, nor did he talk much at home. Not that he talked a lot before, but it seemed to have decreased to even less recently. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong. Cecelia placed her hand on William’s forehead. “Pretty boy, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?” Cecelia did not think much of William's reticence, simply believing he was unwell. Being the airhead that she was, it would never have crossed Cecelia's mind that William's depressed mood was due to her thoughtless words. William Sandler removed the hand on his forehead and said nonchalantly, “I’m fine.” “...” Fine? If it really was fine then what was up with his disgruntled expression? Well if he was not ill, then he must be tired. Cecelia stood up and walked behind the sofa where William was seated. “Is it because you’ve been piled up with work and you’re tired? Here, I’ll give you a massage. Let me tell you, my massage techniques aren’t short of a professional masseur. With Hawick Leeds…” Realizing she had mentioned someone she should not have, Cecelia's face changed. “Now that I think about it, I was really an idiot back then. For the sake of someone else, I even went out of my way to learn the art of massaging in secret.” Quite some time ago, Hawick Leeds was diagnosed with cervical spondylosis. To relieve his pain, Cecelia had secretly learned how to massage. The disdain in her tone was not due to any lingering resentment toward Hawick Leeds, but rather a feeling of contempt toward herself. Though the one who speaks may not imply so, the one who listens may interpret it as such. The moment William heard the name, Hawick Leeds, any lingering warmth in his eyes disappeared instantaneously. “Get out.” Cecelia Shayne, “...” What was wrong with this man? He did not want the food she offered, he did not want a massage. Did he plan on becoming a Buddha or something? Cecelia Shayne had also gotten angry. He wants her to get out right? Then get out she will. Of course, the braised pork went along with her. Who cares about the enigmatic bastard! Cecelia Shayne returned to her office. The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt. Right at this moment, she received a WeChat message from Grace Turner. “Gracie, lemme ask you, under what circumstances would a man normally feel moody?” She asked. “During the time of the month!” Grace Turner quickly replied. Cecelia Shayne rolled her eyes. “I’m serious!” The relationship between the two of them had progressed quite a bit and they were much closer than before. Consequently, they were able to converse with each other jokingly now. “A man is the moodiest when he’s dissatisfied. If you want a man to be in a good mood, all you have to do is satisfy him!” Grace Turner replied.