Exes' Baggage And More

Chapter Forty

Andrew walked down the quiet hallway. Although there are some lights that are on, but some of the lights have been turned off. Likewise, around the work desk, which is mostly empty, although he still sees that there are some people who are still working. He took a short breath. It was past nine o'clock and Macy was still in her office.

He walked slowly towards the woman's room without making any noise. Well, if an employee who is still working overtime – the same as Macy – sees him at St. Haven at an hour like this would raise questions. Oh, it's already happened. Several security officers frowned in confusion when they saw him parked his car in the parking basement. He just hoped that the "question" would not spread quickly.

Soon, Andrew arrived in front of Macy's office, the light was still on. He opened the door slowly.

"Macy..."

He didn't hear a reply. He then walked in and closed the door. Carefully, he walked over to Macy's desk. The writer saw the large chair with its back to the table. Maybe the woman was looking out at the window of her room and didn't hear his voice.

"Macy," he said slowly.

He was silent when he saw the figure of Macy who was sleeping in her chair. With all the paperwork and some manuscripts on the table, it looks like the editor has decided to work overtime. And Andrew has already said that he doesn't like seeing Macy working overtime like this.

Then, he reached out his hand to touch the woman's face. He could see that Macy was a little uncomfortable. But unfortunately, when he was about to pull the glasses, Macy woke up.

"Oh...?!"

Andrew took a deep breath. "You're working late again."

The woman straightened her body. She took off her glasses and rubbed her face. "What's the time?"

"It's already fifteen minutes past nine o'clock. Why don't you go home and rest?"

Macy put her glasses back on and looked at Andrew closely. She seemed nervous because she just woke up from her nap. "Why are you here?"

"To pick you up."

"Eh? But why? I can drive myself."

"With your sleepy state like that? You will only endanger yourself and others, Macy."

Macy chose not to comment. She turned over in her chair and took a deep breath. She intended to sleep for a few minutes before continuing her work. But seeing that it was already past nine o'clock, she wasn't sure if she would finish it tonight. Unless she...

"Don't expect to bring your work home, Macy," the man said firmly.

She glanced at him briefly. How did he know her intentions?

"Just a few scripts," Macy said as she put about five manuscripts into her briefcase.

Andrew rolled his eyes. It seems useless if he forbids the woman. He might let her take the script with her, but he wouldn't let her go back to work at home. Like before, when he took care of Marcus when Macy had to go to the printing house. How could the woman go through the script instead of sleeping after coming home at half past three in the morning?

After Macy finished tidying her briefcase, Andrew quickly took the bag and pulled her hand to take the editor out of the room immediately.

"Hey, Andrew! The other documents, I haven't had time to tidy them up yet!" she exclaimed and the man just ignored her.