Chapter 259
However, in the end, Mia still believed what I said. After all, before she woke me up, she saw me in a tired sleeping position, still fully dressed, with the materials I organized on the office desk last night. All of this made Mia very relieved. However, to ease her embarrassment and the resentment of me touching her body, I was forced to be her Taekwondo sparring partner in her exclusive gym for a while. According to her, it was to refresh me and do some morning exercises.
Although I was thrown on the mat countless times by Mia, feeling like my body was falling apart, I felt very relaxed. I was also thrown awake, and some of the resentment that had been weighing on my mind last night seemed to be vomited out from my stomach.
After the morning exercise, Mia took me to the employee cafeteria for breakfast. At this time, many employees were also having breakfast. The company has a dedicated cafeteria where employees who don't like to cook in the morning can come to eat.
When Mia brought me to the employee cafeteria, it caused quite a stir. I often have breakfast here, but Mia is different. She has housekeepers at home, and everything is prepared by the housekeepers every morning.
Mia's presence in the cafeteria surprised everyone, and their eyes were filled with amazement. If Mia wasn't here, these employees might have been gossiping together.
"Don't you eat at home? With so many housekeepers, don't they prepare breakfast for you?"
Mia and I sat across from each other, and I couldn't stand the eyes of the surrounding employees sneaking glances at us, so I couldn't help but ask.
Mia rarely interacts with men, but today she brought me here, and although the employees felt surprised, some of their eyes were still a bit ambiguous.
"Why, don't you want to have breakfast with me?"
Mia glanced around at the employees, her eyes cold. Those employees quickly avoided her gaze and lowered their heads to eat, as if they had seen a devil.
After driving away the employees' gaze, Mia replied lightly.
At this time, Mia's meal was really light - a cup of coffee and a piece of bread. She tore off a small piece of bread with her hands, put it in her mouth, and chewed quietly and elegantly.
I really didn't expect Mia, who looks aloof, to eat so elegantly. And it seems like she doesn't eat much. How could she have such strength in Taekwondo?
"Of course not, just a little strange."
When talking to Mia, you have to be prepared for unexpected responses. I decided to be tactful and not ask any more questions, quietly eating my food.
Compared to Mia's eating posture, I could only describe mine as wolfing down the food. I was already hungry, and I have a big appetite.
"I may not be able to teach you for much longer. I'm going to let you run the entire company independently soon."
"Today, I brought you to appear in front of the employees, just to establish some authority for you. And your recent performance has been very good. Having a meal with you can also be considered a reward for you. You should know that besides relatives, you are the second man who can have breakfast with me."
In the end, Mia explained that she wanted the employees to see how close our relationship was, so that in the future, they could leverage the intimidation Mia left behind in managing the company.
Although Mia didn't say who the first man she had breakfast with was, I knew who it was. It must be the man in her heart. Perhaps she still sees me as a substitute for that man, seeking some memories and comfort from me.
But I have no intentions towards Mia, so I don't feel jealous.
After breakfast, we started a busy day of work. Mia is expected to go abroad within a week, and everything will be left for me to handle on my own. She will be away for quite a long time this time, so before she leaves, I try to learn as much management experience from her as possible.
After a busy day, as it was almost time to leave work in the evening, my phone rang. It was Katniss calling.
"Honey."
As soon as I answered the phone, I heard Katniss's gentle voice.
This short address made me feel like I hadn't heard it in a long time. Although it had only been two days since we last met, the scene from last night made it feel like a world away.
"What's wrong, dear."
I sounded a bit tired because Mia was leaving, and I was trying hard to learn and accumulate more knowledge. To be honest, I was feeling a bit insecure, so I sounded a bit weak at the moment.
"Nothing, just waiting for you to come back for dinner."
After hearing my voice and tone, Katniss's voice trembled, as if with a hint of fear.
Perhaps my voice was too soft and low, making her think too much.
"I'll be home after work."
After hanging up the phone, I carefully thought about the meaning behind Katniss's call. After a while, I understood. Katniss probably wanted to ask if I would be coming home tonight, but her question could also have another meaning - as if she didn't want me to come home, and my low voice made her afraid to ask directly in case I got angry. So she changed her approach, asking if I would be coming home, maybe because she missed me and wanted me to come home, or maybe she didn't miss me and wanted to continue her relationship with Nathan.
But on second thought, Katniss probably missed me, especially after her attitude with Nathan last night. If she couldn't see me, she probably wouldn't have the heart or courage to do anything with Nathan.
When it was time to leave work, I was too tired, so I asked the company driver to take me home. I have a dedicated car and driver for my position, but I'm not used to it, so I usually drive myself to and from work. The car was parked downstairs from my home, and as I looked up at the floor where my home was, I wondered if Nathan was at home.
I walked up the stairs with light steps, finally reaching the door of my home. The journey felt long, but it was because I had slept in my clothes last night and felt uncomfortable. The workload these past two days had been too much, and I needed time to adjust to this level of work intensity. Mia sleeps very little every day, usually only five hours, and the rest of the time is spent working. I really don't know if her energy is innate or developed later through training.
Standing at the door of my home, I took out my keys to open the door. Perhaps I was just too tired, my mind was foggy, and I struggled to insert the key into the keyhole.
As I prepared to try again, the door was pushed open, revealing Katniss's face. This time, Katniss didn't have the tired look on her face, but instead had a healthy glow, seeming very energetic.
In just over a day, both Katniss's and my mental states had reversed.
"Honey, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing my tired appearance, Katniss hurriedly ran out to support me into the house. I wasn't that fragile, just very tired and sleepy, but I let Katniss help me inside.
"Nothing, just too tired, didn't sleep well last night."
I walked into the room and didn't see Nathan's figure. Did Nathan fear facing me and go back to the island? Would it be that whenever I'm at home, Nathan isn't, and when I'm not home, Nathan returns? If that's the case, it's not bad, at least it reduces some awkwardness when we face each other.
I sat on the sofa with my shoes on, and Katniss squatted down to help me take off my shoes, then put on slippers for me. It was as if a maid was serving her master who had just returned. Although Katniss had served me before, it was limited to helping me put on suits, ties, and tidy up my clothes, but this was the first time she had helped me change shoes.
Sitting on the sofa, with Katniss squatting in front of me, the unequal status was evident. Was it because of the guilt from what happened last night? Just when I thought Nathan wasn't at home, I saw the table set for dinner with three sets of cutlery. Seeing the cutlery, I glanced at the shoe rack and saw Nathan's shoes.
So Nathan hadn't left, which meant he should be in the bedroom. I noticed that Nathan's bedroom door was tightly closed, and now the man who had taken my beloved wife's body countless times was just a door away from me.
Feeling Nathan was at home, remembering last night's scene, and combined with my current exhaustion, I suddenly felt restless.
"You guys go ahead and eat. I'm very tired and not hungry. I just want to rest now."
After Katniss helped me change shoes, I headed straight to the bedroom, while Katniss stood there, unsure of what to do.
She could tell I was very tired, but she couldn't be sure of my mood. It was especially confusing for her after what happened last night.
Once in the bedroom, I closed the door and lay down on the bed. There was a surge of emotions inside me that I couldn't release, making it hard for me to fall into a deep sleep. It was like being half-awake because even in my daze, I could hear everything clearly. Not long after I entered the bedroom, I heard the sound of Nathan's bedroom door opening. Did Nathan come out on his own? Or did Katniss go into Nathan's room? The more I thought about it, the more agitated I became.
At that moment, I heard the faint voices of a man and a woman talking in the living room, but their whispers were too soft for me to catch the specific content. My tiredness seemed to affect my hearing.
I only caught bits and pieces of their conversation, like "Kevin is very tired and weak," "You eat first, and then you clean up after yourself," "I'll go take care of him," and so on.
Just as I tried to sleep and stop myself from overthinking, I heard the sound of the door opening, and I knew it was Katniss by her familiar breathing.
I then heard Katniss let out a soft sigh, followed by her turning on the room light but keeping it dim to not disturb me.
Katniss then began to undress me. I was still wearing a shirt, tie, and suit pants, just like last night in the rest area. Katniss's strength was small, so it was quite a struggle for her to undress me, and she even had to help me turn over gently, as if afraid of waking me up.
By now, I was more awake and cooperated with Katniss as she undressed me completely, leaving me in just my underwear.
After undressing me, Katniss took the clothes and left. Soon after, I heard the sound of the washing machine running. Katniss returned and started to change me into pajamas. I was still in a daze, but I went along with her actions.
"Honey, can I give you a massage?"
Katniss sensed that I hadn't fallen asleep yet, just in a half-awake state with my eyes closed.
I mumbled a response, and then her warm hands began to move over my body, massaging my neck, shoulders, waist, back, and spine. Her touch was gentle, and it instantly made me feel much more relaxed. But the memory of last night's scene, with those hands that had grabbed Nathan's penis and performed oral sex, still made me uncomfortable. The main issue was Katniss's lie, which felt like a stone weighing on my chest.
"Honey, what's wrong? You look so tired."
Katniss continued to massage me gently, and I didn't want to speak, just shook my head slightly.
Perhaps speaking would reveal my emotions, and at the moment, I didn't feel like talking to Katniss. I felt very suppressed and didn't know how to express myself.
"Honey, actually..."
Katniss called out softly, but then hesitated. Hearing her words, I became a bit more alert. Could it be that Katniss was about to confess something to me?
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