Easton helplessly wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes. Then he said with distress, "I'm sorry. It's all my fault."
"I like you. I like you more than anyone else in the world."
I cried until I was tired. My head started to ache. Soon I fell asleep again.
I feel much better when I wake up the next morning.
Looking around the empty room, I felt like what had happened last night was just a dream.
My throat was dry. I turned around to get some water to drink.
There was a bowl of hot mushroom soup on the table.
"Mushroom soup?"
The mushroom soup was my favorite.
I felt a little confused.
It turned out that what had happened last night was not a dream.
After I recovered from the illness, I started working at Easton's company.
He assigned me an easy job, placing me far away from his office.
Everyone in the company knew my identity and usually kept their distance from me.
As his assistant, Alana naturally spent every day with him.
I was bored, so I placed a chair by the window.
Every day, I could see them going to and from work together. What a happy couple.
In the blink of an eye, it was the birthday of Easton's father, Troy.
Easton went home and took me up to the mansion of his family.