Chapter XXV

I blinked, flipping the invitation letter given by Ms. Perry. I sniffed a little the envelope as I smelled its fragrance. But I stopped when Ms. Perry looked at me with her arching eyebrow.

I smiled wryly. "I-I must go back." I took the piles of folders from her desk and settled them in my arms as I put the invitation letter on top of it. "Thanks again, Ms. Perry," I said, not looking at her as I sauntered back to Sebastian's office, twisting the doorknob but someone pulled the door.

"What took you so—"

I shrieked as I lost my balance when someone pulled the door roughly while I was still holding on to the doorknob. Good thing Sebastian caught me in his arms but a disaster came again.

"Oh no!"

"Shit!"

Due to Sebastian's tightened hold to my waist, the folders from my arms cascaded down like a waterfall. The cussing of Sebastian was I stepped on his toes causing him to lose his balance as I landed on top of him.

I bit my lower lip, looking up as I heard Sebastian groaning.

"Oh my goodness! I didn't mean to!" I said, panicking. "Are you okay, sir?" I removed myself from his top and immediately helped him.

"Is Mr. Huntington alright?" I looked up, seeing Ms. Perry who approached us. "Why are you being so careless, Ms. Merryweather?" she asked in her stern voice.

"I-I apologize. Sir Sebastian immediately pulled the door and—" I groaned, frustrated. Why am I even justifying myself? Sebastian was hurt! "Sir, let me help you get up."

Sebastian opened his eyes and massaged his forehead. "Since when did you become such a klutz, Ms. Merryweather?" I tried to help him up but he shooed my hands away from him. He looked up at Ms. Perry. "I am already fine. Go back to your work."

Ms. Perry nodded. She looked at Sebastian one more time before she narrowed her eyes at me. I just blinked and closed the door so she couldn't scrutinize me.

I immediately tended Sebastian and made him look at me. "Are you sure you did not get hurt in your head, Sebastian?" I asked, concerned as I knelt and checked the back of his head.

"I am already fine, Cejay... Just that I realized you're heavy."

I stopped massaging the back of his bead, narrowing my eyes at Sebastian.

"What did you just say?" I asked dangerously.

He looked at me with his mischievous smile. "I am telling the truth."

"Ha-ha. Very funny." I huffed and rolled my eyes. "Suit yourself," I said annoyingly.

Shaking my head, I decided to pick up the papers and folders. I almost wanted to tweak my hair having a bad day right now.

"You should have not pulled the door," I said, frowning as I arranged the papers according to their dates.

"Sorry then?"

I glanced upon hearing his sarcastic remark. "Whatever." I rolled my eyes again. "But it's still your fault. Admit it," I ordered him.

Sebastian just shrugged and returned to his swivel chair. I was already squatting when I picked them up. As soon as I was finished, I placed the files on his desk before I returned to the pantry to take some ice and ice bags from his lavatory.

I approached him and put the ice bag on the bag of his head.

"What's that for?" Sebastian shot me a glare.

"To stop swelling? Your head might get hurt," I answered him. Then my eyes darted to the invitation letter. Before I took it, I turned to him. "Mind if you hold the ice bag for a moment?"

"No."

I frowned at his answer as he went back to his work while I was standing next to him, my hand was on the back of his head. "Asshole," I mouthed and enlarged my eyes, imagining that I was punching this man.

I had no choice but to stand there while I leaned forward to his desk.

"Cejay... I am working."

"I know. Just a sec," I uttered, reaching for the invitation letter with my other free hand. "There." A triumphant smile crossed my lips. "Here is an invitation letter from Jolly Children Association, a nonprofit organization. They are inviting you to attend their charity," I said, giving him the letter even though I already read it. "It smells good, too if you smell the paper," I added.

Sebastian looked at me weirdly. I wriggled my eyebrows, urging him to smell the paper first.

"Have you taken your medicine, Cejay?"

I rolled my eyes from his jesting. "Well, I certainly am, sir," I answered sarcastically.

"Ouch!" Sebastian shot me a glare when I pressed hard the ice bag to his head. "You're seriously comfortable hurting me, aren't you, Cejay?"

I snorted and forced a smile. "No, I don't," I said, drawing my face closer to him as I arched my eyebrow. "How about you though? You're seriously comfortable teasing me a lot, Mr. Huntington," I said sardonically.

Sebastian scoffed and curled his lips into a smirk. Then he met my eyes, drawing his face a little closer, almost a few inches that I could feel his breath fanning my lips.

"I sure am. But I would love it if you descend your lips into mine so I can die right now," he whispered huskily.

My eyes widened from his remark. I immediately distanced my face and threw the ice bag to his lap. "S-Smack your head with that," I said, rolling my eyes as I made my way to the desk.

His hearty laugh echoed in his office room. I was calming my heart before I decided to go back to work. But I could feel my cheeks in heat right now. I couldn't believe Sebastian had made a joke like that.

When I slightly turned my head at him, that annoying smirk on his lips was still there as he continued working. I just rolled my eyes and returned to my work. The hell with that Sebastian...

Before we went home, I made him remember about the charity.

"Aren't you going to come, Sir Sebastian?" I asked as I hung my handbag to my shoulder.

He glanced at me before he took the invitation. "I am not sure yet." He approached me and gave me the invitation. "Hold this for me."

I nodded. "Certainly."

We stormed out of his office. And I was the one who locked it. I checked my wristwatch as it was already six in the evening. I wondered if Marlou was at home.

"Sir, I'll prepare your tuxedo for that night's event if you want," I said as I caught up with him before he managed to mount the elevator.

"I'm coming there alone?" he asked and fished out his phone from his pocket.

"Certainly, of course." I checked the invitation again and looked up at him. "Are you hesitant to come because you have no companion?" I wondered.

"No." He looked up to meet my eyes. "I am just not in the mood to join in the auction."

"Then you could have just donated then." I fanned my face as I smelled the fragrant smell of the paper when I heard no response from Sebastian. "If you are not going to come, can I keep this invitation?"

"What for?" He arched his eyebrow. "Don't tell me you're going to come?"

"I can be your proxy." I drew a smile, showing my teeth. "Just tell me your donated funds and I will process it for you." Plus, I want to have this invitation. The paper really smelled good. I couldn't stop smelling it.

"I'll try to come."

"Hmm?" I raised my head, slightly bewildered.

"I'll try to come there. You can be my proxy for a while. I need to go somewhere."

Go somewhere? I creased my forehead in confusion. "Can I know..." I paused when he shot me a sharp glare. "O-Okay. I am not going to ask." I blinked and looked away.

I sighed. Why did it feel like he was hiding something from me?