His Nineteenth Secretary [✔]

Thirty

After I got back home from work that day, since Brian hadn't return before or after I'd eaten dinner, I'd no chance to ask him about the box of white roses and the other things he sent me before retiring to my room for the night.

While lying in bed under the covers, my eyes wouldn't leave the glass vase that was now seated on my dresser that which was holding the white roses Brian sent me and the ones I got from my department members earlier today.

However, the fact that the white roses I got from Brian outnumbered the ones I got from my department members was doing me no good as they continued to bring back memories of Mike.

During the period we dated, there were days I would arrive at work in the morning to have a bouquet of red roses waiting for me at the receptionist's desk and that naturally brought along with it other good memories we had together.

Seeing that I wouldn't be able to get any sleep until the following morning that way, I decided to take some sleeping pills. Unfortunately, I'd run out of sleeping pills.

At 11 PM, I was still tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep. I was becoming restless.

And so at 11:30 PM, I'd found myself standing before the door of Brian's study. He used to be up late most nights.

I knocked on the door, hoping that he was still inside and the door had been opened shortly after by him.

"Hey, what's wrong? Are you feeling sick?"

I knew my face must look tired, but I didn't know I would look sick to him instead.

"Can I keep your company for a while?"

I could read the shock on his face at my request.

"I won't disturb you. I'll be quiet." And then I made as if I was zipping my mouth.

Not raising any objection, he shifted to the side to give me enough space to walk inside the room.

I still couldn't get any sleep, but having someone next to me was much better.

"Why did you decide to send me white roses, cupcakes, and macarons today?" I asked him the instant he shut his laptop. He raised his head to look at me.

He sat back, "Sending you those is no big deal, Ruby."

I narrowed my eyes at him, not believing that he just said that.

"I just wanted you to have a good day at work." He confessed.

"Why would you suddenly decide to send me those because you wanted me to have a good day at work?" I laughed, but it happened to be a humorless one.

He furrowed his brows a little, "You want to know why?"

"Yeah, I want to know why." I couldn't believe my boldness.

Or maybe I don't.

Just when he was going to part his lips to speak, I suddenly sprang to my feet.

"Don't bother giving me an answer to that." I faked a yawn. "I'm starting to feel sleepy, I think I'll be going to my room now."

"Doesn't look like that to me. Sit, I'll keep your company."

Complying with a little hesitation, I sat back down on the couch, "What do you want to do?" He asked.

I scratched my cheek, thinking. "We can ask each other questions?"

He quirked a brow at my suggestion. "Sounds-" He shrugged. "Okay."

"Do you want me to start?" I asked.

"I'll start. What do you hate about me?"

"Is this a trap?"