Chapter 17 Unconscious Stir Of Emotion

After those words were uttered. Cecelia Shayne avoided spouting nonsense in front of William Sandler. That man may look like an upright gentleman, but in reality, he was a shameless scoundrel through and through. If it was not a smooch, it was a kiss. And now, he was starting to flirt with her. Hehe, they were not that familiar, okay? The only thing Cecelia did not understand was, why were they working at the same time and yet she had no tasks at hand, while he— When it was time to get off work, Cecelia stood at the door of William’s office, looking at him working diligently. It was the umpteenth time. Every single time, be it during lunchtime, or time to clock out, even during breaktime, whenever she came looking for him, he would be occupied looking at documents, or busy typing away at the keyboard. Looking at him, Cecelia Shayne began to question life. They were both working in the same company, and their offices were right next to each other, she was nearly bored to death, while he was absolutely swamped. Why the vast difference? Cecelia started to sympathize with him. No matter what, he was her husband after all. If he fell ill from exhaustion, she would be the one to take care of him. As the thought crossed her mind, Cecelia did not even consider if she was disrupting his work, making her way into his office and slammed her hand on the document he was signing. William lifted his head to look at her, “What’s the matter?” Cecelia said sternly, “Working hours are over, haven’t you realized?” “I have.” William’s words made her fume, “Why aren’t you leaving then?” “Not finished yet.” William had always been a man of few words, and he took another document after he had said his piece. Staring at the mountain of documents on his desk, Cecelia almost had the urge to break his skull to see what was inside. “You’re just a rookie, but you've been given so much work to do. They’re deliberately making things difficult for you. You’re usually so shrewd when dealing with me, why are you behaving like a fool now?” Cecelia felt he was caught in a workplace dilemma. Although it did not involve her, it didn’t sit right with Cecelia. Especially since William was a total rookie. How could the company treat a rookie in such a cruel manner? If he was unable to take the stress and developed a psychological aversion to work because of that, who would take responsibility for it? The more she thought about it, the angrier she felt. Cecelia pulled him up from his chair. “Come on, let’s go home.” Looking at an incensed Cecelia, William flicked his eyebrow before removing his hand from her grip, “No, I’m not finished yet.” “You—” Cecelia was extremely annoyed at his single-mindedness, “Even if you continue, you’ll never be able to finish it. Are you coming or not?” “No.” “Okay!” Cecelia pointed a finger at him. “You’re such a fool, it’s no wonder you’re getting bullied. I’m not going to care about you anymore. Humph!” Cecelia Shayne slammed the door shut and left. She did not notice this, but the moment she left, William’s mouth curved up at the corners to form a smirk. He pressed a button on the internal line, “Come in for a moment.” Cecelia rushed to the main entrance of the company and waited for the car to pick her up. The driver seemed to know her exact whereabouts, be it the time she left the house or the time she left the office, he would be there waiting for her. Cecelia entered the car. When the driver saw her without William, he asked respectfully, “Miss Shayne, where is Mr. Sandler, is he not off work yet?” The reason why the driver asked this was because Cecelia’s expression looked a little bit off. Usually, she was like a cheerful little ray of sun, but today, she seemed a bit gloomy. The driver was quite adept at reading the mood of others, and during the period he has been assigned to Cecelia, he understood many things. Cecelia was special to William, so he never dared to be negligent. Her unhappiness seemed connected to Mr. William somehow. After all, in this company, apart from the oblivious Cecelia Shayne, even the washroom attendant knew that Cecelia was Mr. Sandler’s favorite. Unless the person was ready to kick the bucket, no one would ever dare touch a hair on Cecelia’s head. The driver thought to himself, if Mr. Sandler really provoked her, he could add more good words about the president and ease their relationship a little. This is so that when the president finds out about it, he would in turn be commended and regarded as a valued employee. With that plan in mind, the driver waited for Cecelia to speak. Unexpectedly, Cecelia deviated from the script, and instead said, “Don’t talk to me about that fool in the future. Even if he grows exhausted from being overworked, it has absolutely nothing to do with me.” As he guessed correctly, her bitterness was related to the president, but the persuasion that the driver prepared was stopped in its tracks when Cecelia put on her headphones. Cecelia finished her rant, dug out her headphones, and stuffed it in her ears. Such a perfect opportunity was ruthlessly stripped away by Cecelia Shayne, and the driver was crestfallen. Pursing his lips, the driver started the car. Listening to her favorite song, not only was her mood no better, she grew increasingly frustrated. Her mind was full of thoughts of William Sandler. That fool only cared about working, would he remember to eat? And with that, Cecelia suddenly thought of a very serious question. She had never worked overtime, so she had no idea if the company provided dinner? If they did not, and there was no money in that fool’s pocket— “Stop the car!” The driver got a fright from Cecelia’s roar and almost crashed into the guardrail at the side of the road. Despite that, he was still polite and held his composure, “Miss Shayne, what’s the matter?” “Mr. Driver, do you know if there’s any good food around here?” On the account that the fool had been tired from work lately, Cecelia decided to buy him something tasty to nourish him! Despite everything, he was her husband. If no one else cared about him, she would! Cough, cough, cough. Cecelia Shayne was shocked by her thoughts. She cared about William Sandler?!! No, that was not right, she did not care for him, she cared for the money. If he fell ill from exhaustion, they would need to spend money! She was spending a little now to save a lot more in the future! Yes, that was it! When she arrived at the diner recommended by the driver, Cecelia faced another problem. She was not sure about William’s preferences. Usually, only William would cook her favorite dishes and not the other way around. Which begged the question, how did he know what she liked to eat? Could it be a coincidence? The food he liked was the same as what she liked? That should be it, otherwise, they were practically strangers, and there was no way he would know her preferences. With that in mind, Cecelia deliberately chose a few of her favorite foods, which should suit William’s tastes. With the delicious takeaway she bought specially for William in her hands, Cecelia returned to the top floor of 2S, heading directly toward his office. Without knocking, she entered the room. Usually, she had never seen anyone around William’s office, so she had always been quite casual. The moment the door opened, at the sight that greeted her, Cecelia was dumbfounded.