NovelUpdateChapter 595: Something was off.
It wasn't just Matias' demeanor-it was Nate's behavior as well. First, he had ignored her call, and now he was conveniently unavailable.
When she reached the top floor, her gaze drifted toward Nate's office door, which remained tightly shut. Suspicion coiled in her chest as she studied the door, her mind sharpening with cold calculation.
As Saul, Nate's other trusted aide, stepped out of the break room, his mood was clouded with frustration. Without a second thought, he shoved a tray into Matias' hands.
"That woman wants an Americano. Take it in," he ordered, his tone flat and tired.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe very thought of facing the woman in Nate's office made him bristle.
Corrine raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her voice.
"That woman..." Matias' eyes widened, his face flickering with panic.
"No, no! It's not what you might be thinking..." He faltered, his words caught in his throat. Cold sweat trickled down his forehead as he shot a sharp glare at Saul.
Saul awkwardly scratched his head and muttered, "How was I supposed to know Miss Holland was here?" He had been too absorbed in his own thoughts to notice Corrine's presence.
"Well then," Corrine said with a casual air, “care to explain what's going on?" She tossed the shopping bag she had been holding into Matias' arms, then pulled out a chair, sitting down with her arms crossed. Her gaze shifted between the two men, sharp as a blade, as though she was silently judging them.
☐☐☐☐☐☐ ¢hap☐☐☐ glno☐☐☐Matias and Saul exchanged uneasy looks, their silence loud enough to speak volumes.
Corrine's eyes narrowed, her curiosity about the woman in Nate's office growing by the second. It was evident that Matias wasn't going to spill the beans. Nate must have instructed him to keep quiet. Deciding not to push the matter further, Corrine stood up and walked toward the lounge.
As always, Matias, ever the obedient assistant, rushed to pour water for Corrine. But in his haste, he aggravated a wound on his back. A grimace flashed across his face as he adjusted his right shoulder.
"Did you get hurt?" Corrine asked, her voice laced with concern.
Matias froze for a beat before answering with a perfectly neutral expression.
"I must've twisted it a little while moving things the other day." Without waiting for her to say more, Matias quietly placed the shopping bag down and turned to leave.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCorrine's gaze lingered on him, her face growing darker as a faint, knowing smile tugged at her lips.
Matias was lying.
The strong scent of ointment in the air was unmistakable it wasn't just a minor sprain.
As tdragged on, Corrine's patience wore thin, irritation beginning to show on her features. She considered barging into the CEO's office, but a glance at Matias and Saul, standing like sentinels by the lounge door, quickly made her reconsider. With a deep breath, she reached for her cup again-only to find it empty.
"Miss Holland, letrefill that for you,” Matias said quickly, eager to e keep things moving.
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