Shirley was speechless. She didn’t even get to enter his room, let alone get any closer to becoming the lady of the house.
Chapter 12
Jared didn’t understand why he felt the way he did, but he didn’t want anything in the house to change. After forcing himself to take a few bites of the pasta, he grabbed the glass of water and took his medicine.
Frederick, who was standing on the side, caught the way Jared kept staring at his phone, even though the screen never lit up.
He couldn’t resist asking, “Shall I prepare the car?”
Instantly, Jared’s anger surged. He couldn’t understand why Yvonne showed no reaction despite knowing that he’d been hospitalized. How could she become so cold and distant? Was she trying to force him into giving in first?
Ignoring the pain in his abdomen, Jared instructed icily, “I won’t be heading into work tomorrow, Frederick. Remember to put out an announcement saying that I’m not feeling well and that I’ll deal with work matters at a later date.”
He was determined to let Yvonne know just how serious his condition was. He wanted to make sure she regretted her actions and felt bad for him!
That night, in the silence of the bedroom, Jared couldn’t fall asleep. He wasn’t sure the medicine had anything to do with that. As he lay in bed, for the first time ever, the spot beside him felt a little empty.
He instinctively turned on his side, reaching out for a hug, but all he came into contact with was the cold bed.
Yvonne was the one who’d picked out the pink bed sheets with a pair of matching pillowcases. It was a sign of the intimate relationship they shared. But now, even her scent no longer lingered on the bed.
Jared closed his eyes. His memories were filled with Yvonne, but when he opened his eyes, she was out of sight and out of reach. His breathing turned ragged.
“Have I gone mad?”
Out of the blue, he was overwhelmed by his longing for Yvonne. He longed for the way she curled up in his arms. He missed what it was like to be loved by her.
The next morning, thanks to Frederick’s arrangements, the news of Jared skipping work due to his illness made its way to the projects department on the 17th floor.
Yvonne was in a meeting. After confirming that the Hovers were willing to loan “The Wishful Girl” to her, she was able to finalize the list of exhibits.
The setup for the exhibition had to be planned and executed to perfection. The exhibits would only be brought over in the last two days leading up to the exhibition.
“Security for the exhibition is of the utmost importance. Also, we need to confirm the reporters who’ll be handling the promotions for the exhibition. This is the final stage of our promotional campaign.”
After the meeting, Yvonne went to Wayne’s office with a document in hand.
Nodding in satisfaction, he said, “The exhibition is coming along well, but you’ll need Mr. Ford to sign this document himself before the marketing department can proceed with the work”
“Alright. I’ll look for Mr. Ford right away.”
Yvonne didn’t want to cause any delays for the exhibition. She headed to the president’s office with the document, only to find out that Jared wasn’t in his office. There was no way of knowing when he’d show up either.
She figured it was fine. There was still time. She could wait.
But the next day, the marketing department started urging her for the document.
She started feeling anxious and ended up visiting the president’s office three times that morning just to ask about Jared’s whereabouts.
Thus, Frederick gave Jared a call.
“Ms. Jamison desperately wants to see you, Mr. Ford. When can you drop by the office?”
Jared immediately snapped out of his depressive state. He’d avoided the office on purpose to punish Yvonne and make her agitated. Thus, he assumed that she couldn’t hold herself back anymore. If he kept this up, he was certain he could force her into seeking him out herself.
“I’ll be right over.”
Alas, Jared didn’t expect himself to be this impatient either. He quickly got dressed and went to the office. Even he had no idea just how eagerly he’d been waiting for Yvonne to give in and patch things up with him.
When he arrived at the office, he walked rather briskly. His stomach was still causing him pain. He waited for the elevator, but it didn’t move at all.
Soon, Frederick rushed up to him and solemnly reported, “Mr. Ford, the VIP elevator has broken down. Both Ms. Jamison and Ms. Ember are currently stuck inside!”
