Chapter 581

Helen feigned ignorance. "It's just a cold, nothing serious. I can still handle my responsibilities." Alexander wasn't blind. He could tell she was pretending, refusing to face the truth. Fine, he wouldn't push. With a meaningful look, he said, "Don't overdo it. If you need to vent or take a break, do it. There's not much work ahead—if you want time off, I can give you a few days to rest and recover. Don't push yourself into the ground." She responded lightly, "Thank you, Mr. Fields, but I don't need rest. Rest is for the dead." He was in the midst of sipping water when her words startled him. His hand shook, causing a bit of spillage. "You…" It seemed the hurt ran deep. Early Saturday morning, Helen went out for a jog. She had always loved staying active—booking a gym membership had been part of that routine. But after running into Julien there, she never went back, avoiding places where she might see people she would rather forget. After her run, drenched in sweat, she felt muc