When the doors opened, I froze—Charlotte was there, holding a bouquet of pink roses, followed by a nurse. Without thinking, I followed her up to the top floor.
The corridor was quiet, carpeted, leading to the VIP ward.
Eric was in the last room. The nurse opened the door for her. Eric sat by the bed, taking the flowers from Charlotte and carefully placing them in a vase.
Charlotte lowered her head as he spoke, smiling tenderly.
I stood by the door, my whole body stiff.
Then a voice broke the silence.
“Excuse me, sir, who are you looking for?” a nurse asked softly.
Charlotte turned her head sharply. When she saw me, a flicker of panic crossed her face.
But soon, she regained her composure and stood up, walking toward me.
She pulled me to the other end of the hallway and whispered, “What are you doing here?”
“A follow-up checkup,” I said calmly.
She nodded, looking relieved. “Eric got hurt. He’s our company’s financial officer and has been a big help. I came to check on him.”
I didn’t say anything—just looked at her lying so effortlessly.
She grew anxious. “What? You think something’s going on? We’re just colleagues. Don’t be so petty. All I think about is the company.”