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“You think Patrick is that kind of person?” Wendy said. “If it were just for fun, you wouldn’t need to tell me- you could’ve just gotten close to Zynn. Patrick’s been in the industry for years, and aside from that one attempted cancellation back then, he’s never had a single scandal. I still believe in the kind of man he is.
“Patrick’s feelings are a little too upfront. It’s kind of abrupt,” Chase said
“Some people are just like that.” Wendy studied Chase closely. “They fall in love at first sight.”
Since Wendy was going on a business trip, Chase packed her suitcase early and left it off to the side. He’d also looked up the weather forecast for the next few days–rain every day. That had him worried.
Cliff Haven was nestled near an undeveloped mountain range behind it. Wendy had purchased that area too, intending to develop it.
Places like that could be dangerous once it started raining.
“Can’t you reschedule? Do you really have to go on the days it’s raining?”
Wendy stepped out of the bathroom, towel draped over her shoulders as she dried her hair. “Nope. A few experts on the project team are flying back soon. This is the only window we have.”
She walked up to Chase and, not caring that her hair was still dripping, snuggled right into his arms. “It’ll be fine, don’t worry. Nothing’s ever happened at the Cliff Haven project. It’s been going on for ages.”
The geological survey had already been done when she bought the land, so there shouldn’t be any serious risks. Still… Chase couldn’t shake the sense of unease in his gut.
“Why don’t I take two days off and go with you?” he asked softly.
“No need.”
Wendy was touched by how much Chase cared, but it wasn’t her first business trip. There was no need to make a big deal out of it.
The next morning, a steady drizzle blanketed the sky–soft, unrelenting, and making everything feel damp and miserable.
The whole project team had the day off to pack and prep. Wendy, for once, got to sleep in, and Chase tiptoed out of bed to avoid waking her.
At the hospital, Chase still had a splitting headache. Melody came by to deliver some reports, and seeing the state he was in, she asked from across the desk, “Mr. Chairman, are you feeling unwell?”
“Yeah, probably caught a chill last night. It’s nothing.” Chase forced himself to rally. He waved her over, and Melody handed him the report.
“Should I go get some medicine from downstairs?”
“No need.” Chase opened the report and scanned a few lines. He wasn’t great with numbers, so honestly, he couldn’t tell if anything was off.
As Lemon once said, even if Melody tampered with the accounts or embezzled funds, he probably woulant notice–he’d just sign it.
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Just before he was about to sign, Chase said, “Can you check the weather forecast for me? Wendy’s heading to Cliff Haven tomorrow for four days. I want the full report for the next few days.”
Melody glanced out the window behind Chase at the looming dark clouds.
“If I remember right, it’s supposed to rain for the next few days. Some areas already have warnings up because of slippery roads. Cliff Haven is… still a wild mountain. Do Madam Wendy and the others really have to go tomorrow?”
Melody shared Chase’s concern.
But she also knew that once a business trip was scheduled, it was nearly impossible to change. Rescheduling meant coordinating with a lot of people.
“Forget it. You can go. Tell Blanc not to come by at lunch. I’m heading out early today.”
“Got it.”
Back at home, Wendy felt a little lonely. No meetings were scheduled today, so she slept in until ten. After finishing the breakfast Chase had left her, she wandered aimlessly around the house.
She thought about how Chase had lived like this—quiet and alone–for five years.
And yet here she was, struggling with just a day or two of solitude.
The more she thought about it, the guiltier she felt.
Those five years were time she could never give back, no matter what she did to make it up to him. The only good thing was that she still had Chase by her side–he hadn’t left.
If Chase ever walked away… she couldn’t imagine how she’d get through the days. With the silence pressing in around her, what would she do to stop herself from thinking about him?
It was too quiet. Wendy felt suffocated and switched on the TV.
Typhoon Corp was still running coverage on Patrick.
It was his first time signing with a company in years, and he’d brought along his network of connections. To put it plainly, Wendy had offered him protection and resources, and in return, Patrick had brought in contacts. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement.
Domestic media outlets were all over the partnership between Quinn Group and Patrick, flooding the headlines.
Even Alfred had managed to ride the trending topics.
Wendy lowered her hand and looked at Henry.
She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but something about him seemed different–gone was the gentle, reserved presence she remembered. In its place were traces of coldness, hostility, and suppressed emotion.
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