Chapter 106 You Can’t Forget Her, Am I Right?
Chapter 106 You Can’t Forget Her, Am I Right?
Gretchen lowered her head, her eyes red with oncoming tears. "I know, you've been together with
Gwenda for a long time. It will take time for you to forget her. I understand. I really do. I won't bother
you anymore. I'll be heading back now."
As she spoke, she got up and prepared to leave.
Seeing this, Martin grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his lap. "That's enough. Seriously, why are
you crying after saying a few words? When did I ever say that I missed her?" Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.
"Then why are you reading news about Cecilia Kelly?"
Gretchen was extremely concerned about this matter.
She noticed that Martin had become really strange ever since the charity banquet.
She had to stifle any lingering feelings Martin had for Gwenda in the cradle so that he would not leave
her.
"I just read it randomly."
Martin did not give her a straightforward answer.
Gretchen refused to give up. "You really just read it randomly?"
"What else did you think it was?"
Martin retorted with a raised eyebrow. There was an emotion in his eyes that she had never seen
before.
Gretchen's heart quivered in her chest as her wet eyes blinked a few times. She said softly, "I was just
asking. Why are you being so mean?"
"It's alright now. Don't overthink it."
Martin lifted her head by the chin before kissing her. He then soothed her. "Gwenda and I are a thing of
the past now. You're the one that I love."
The words of men could always deceive women.
Seeing how he was cajoling her, Gretchen naturally stopped pushing it. "Martin, I wasn't suspecting you
on purpose, I just want what's best for you."
"I know, you've always been so thoughtful."
Martin could not help but kiss her again.
When Gretchen began to run out of breath, she grabbed his collar and gasped out. "Martin, the
condom..."
Martin froze for a moment as he gazed at her face, which was completely different from Gwenda's. For
some inexplicable reason, he lost interest and his eyes regained clarity. Letting go of Gretchen, he
said, "Forget it. I still have work to do. Get up."
"Huh?"
Gretchen was stunned.
They had already reached this point, and he actually stopped?
"You should go."
Martin pushed her away and adjusted his clothes. Then, he got up and retrieved a pack of cigarettes
from his desk drawer.
Gretchen stared at him in astonishment and frowned. "Martin, what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing, I'm fine."
Martin lit a cigarette, exhaling smoke from his mouth which enveloped his handsome visage in a cloud
of vapour.
Gretchen tidied up her clothes, feeling extremely aggrieved.
This was the first time that she had encountered such a situation.
What on earth had happened to him?
After he burned through a cigarette, Martin finally regained some sobriety. He turned to see Gretchen,
who was still standing there. Seemingly realising something, he reached out to take her hand and
asked softly, "Are you angry?"
"No."
Gretchen shook her head.
She had just been thinking about the meaning behind his actions.
She was wondering if frequent interaction between them had made him feel a sense of aversion.
If that was the case, she would have to figure something out...
"Don't think too much. I really need to work."
Martin's calloused fingers gently rubbed over the back of her fair hand before he said with a smile,
"How about I take a break with you after these few days of work? Weren't you saying that you wanted
to go to that resort in the suburbs with me? We'll go this weekend."
"Really?"
Gretchen's eyes lit up immediately, sweeping the prior gloom away.
Seeing her smile, Martin nodded. "But I'm really busy today. Could you head home first?"
"Sure, get back to your work. We'll see each other this weekend."
Gretchen said sensibly and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm going."
"Yeah."
After watching Gretchen leave the office, the smile on Martin's face gradually faded.
He slumped back against his chair wearily, his gaze sweeping briefly across the computer screen
where the news still was and something dark flashed through his eyes.
He slowly murmured a word, "Gwenda..."