Although he didn't plan to see her again in the foreseeable future after today, she still didn't deserve to be treated like she was an extra. It wasn't her fault, after all, that the man she was seeing today was chronically in love with his best friend.
Chris exhaled audibly, placed his hands on the brim of the sink, and closed his eyes.What's wrong with me?
He didn't want to keep thinking about Giselle. If she was happy with Xavier, there was nothing Chris could do about it. He needed to move on. He needed to get over her.
His fingers ached, and he realized he was squeezing the sink a bit too tightly, his knuckles going white. Cursing in his mind, he took in a deep breath and tried to calm himself.
The love he felt for Giselle was slowly sucking the life out of him, and what hurt the most was the realization that he'd gladly do it all again. If she accepted his love for a single minute, then break his heart, he'd live his entire life with the memory of that one blissful moment.
Pathetic. He sounded pathetic even to himself.
It was an ache inside his chest that he couldn't get rid of. How had she bound him to her? There was no chance for them to ever be together, then why couldn't he uncross his hopeful fingers?
He heard a beep of his phone, snapping him out of his thoughts. He walked out of the bathroom toward the iron stand where his phone was being charged. It was a text message from Abbott.
Abbott: Did we lose the contract with R. B. Corp?
Chris: Yes. But they were the ones who backed out, so we aren't at loss according to clause 17 of the contract.
Abbott: Why did they cancel?
Chris: No idea. Maybe because we took their rival company as our client yesterday.
Abbott: Good riddance, then. Unprofessional fools.I'll be there soon. Look after the projects. I want the weekly report on my desk by Tuesday. Also the yearly Employee Evaluation.
Chris: You'll have the weekly report as soon as you're back, and the evaluation report will be on your desk within fourteen days once HR forwards it to me.
Abbott: Perfect.
Chris: Everything okay at your end?
Abbott: Oh, you know how it gets when we're here. Ruth asked about you, by the way.
Chris: Pay my regards.
Abbott: Your friend is being a bit distant, too. I'm worried about her.
Chris: I'll talk to her.
Abbott: Thank you.See you soon, okay? Take care, son.
Chris: You too. Goodbye.
He opened Giselle's chat. It had been two days and she hadn't sent him a single message. Not that he was big on texting, she knew that, but he also wished she knew that she was an exception, that a single word from her could put his mind at ease.
Chris: You okay?
Her reply came within a few minutes.
Giselle: I don't know. Missing you.
Chris: Come back then.
Giselle: You come over.
Chris: Do you know me at all?
Giselle: When I'm back, I'll set fire to your laptop. And I'll have daddy fire you.