Chapter 103 Go to Him
Magnus observed Ophelia's reaction with keen interest. As a lawyer, he was adept at reading between the lines. "Ophelia," he said, "even though I haven't had much interaction with Finnegan, from what I've seen, I think he's quite decent. He asked Seraphina to clarify things with you herself, rather than spreading rumors behind your back. It seems he was considering your friendship with Seraphina." Magnus's comment revealed Finnegan's thoughtfulness. He had been considerate towards Ophelia.
Ophelia's emotions were a complex mix. She wasn't blind to his intentions. The gifts, from the bed to the Christmas tree, and even his heartfelt confession, didn't fit the image of a high and mighty nobility. He told her he was just an ordinary man, with emotions and desires like anyone else.
Magnus could see the inner turmoil and conflict Ophelia was experiencing and said, "Ophelia, go to him." She looked up at Magnus, who smiled back at her. "Go on. You have to try to find out what the outcome will be."
"Thank you, Magnus," Ophelia said, embracing him before turning to leave. She was truly grateful for his encouraging words. He had always been kind to her, never pressing her with emotional burdens, even though he might harbor feelings of his own.
Ophelia was no fool. She understood what Magnus felt for her, and she had always been clear about her own feelings. She couldn't give Magnus what he wanted. Their relationship was more than friends but not quite lovers. She didn't want to lose this friendship, and since he hadn't addressed it directly, all she could do was pretend she didn't notice.
Magnus watched as Ophelia got into the taxi and drove away. He knew he no longer had even the slightest chance with her. It was his own choice to give up that last sliver of hope. He didn't want to make her unhappy. In his mind, letting her go was the greatest act of happiness he could bestow upon her.
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Abbott Corporation.
Ophelia took a cab to the company building. She rushed in and headed straight for the CEO's office. Her former colleagues were surprised to see her.
Linda stepped out of an office just as Ophelia was hurrying toward the CEO's office. Linda wondered to herself, why was Ophelia here?
Suddenly remembering that Niamh was still in with the office, Linda quickly followed after her.
Just as Ophelia was about to push open the president's office door, Linda stopped her. "Ophelia, Ophelia," Linda grabbed her arm, "Are you looking for Mr. Abbott? He's not in yet."
"Where did he go?" Ophelia urgently asked, "I need to see him."
"Mr. Abbott's out meeting a client. He probably won't be in the office today," Linda said, "Ophelia, is there something you need? Is Mr. Abbott pursuing you?"
Linda was clearly eager for some gossip.
Ophelia felt a bit embarrassed and neither confirmed nor denied it. "Linda, can you give me Mr. Abbott's schedule? I really need to see him."
"No problem," Linda replied with a smile, "Mr. Abbott's in the next county, and he'll probably be late getting back. You could go wait for him at his house if you need to see him that badly."
Ophelia had gathered her courage to meet Finnegan, but the thought of waiting till evening made her afraid she might lose her nerve.
"Linda, thanks," said Ophelia, deciding not to wait any longer. "I won't disturb your work anymore, I'll be going now."
"Alright," Linda replied, secretly hoping Ophelia would leave since Niamh was still in the office and she was worried an encounter between them could lead to trouble.
No sooner had Ophelia left than an impatient Niamh came out of the office, opening the door and asking, "Linda, when is Finnegan coming back?"
"Miss Niamh, Mr. Abbott went out to run errands today and probably won't make it," Linda said.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Niamh was visibly annoyed. "I've been waiting here for so long."
"Mr. Abbott had a last-minute situation. I just got notified," Linda replied smoothly. "Miss Niamh, why don't you head back? We can schedule another day."
"Fine," Niamh said, glancing at the Christmas tree on the office desk. "Take the Christmas tree to my car."
Linda's heart tightened. "Miss Niamh, that's not possible. Mr. Abbott is giving that tree to a... client. If you take it, I can't explain it to him."
"What client?" Niamh sensed something was off. "You said earlier you didn't know who it was for, and now you're saying it's for a client? Is it a female client?"
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