I don't think I can stick around in this company anymore."
Without returning to the meeting room, I swiftly typed a resignation letter.
After a hasty pack-up of my belongings in the office, I made a beeline for the company's entrance.
With a honk, a sleek black car pulled up beside me.
I quickly stepped aside to make way.
The window rolled down, revealing Jaxton's face.
I was taken aback, thinking, "Is the meeting already over?
Or did my resignation not go through? What new twist is this?"
"Get in," Jaxton stated bluntly.
"No need, Mr. Munoz, I..."
I started to refuse, but he swiftly clicked the door open.
I hesitated, but with his car arrogantly blocking the traffic, I gritted my teeth and hopped into the passenger seat.
His flawlessly chiseled face entered my line of sight, the familiar scent of his cologne lingering around me.
My face started to flush, memories of that fiery night post-divorce flooding my mind.
I turned my head to look out the window, trying to distract myself.
His charm was overpowering.
It had been three months since our divorce, yet here I was, entertaining foolish thoughts.
As the car pulled into the parking lot, I caught sight of the gleaming sign of Central Hospital.