Chapter 137 Jealous
The frigid, resonant voice sliced through the phone, reaching Milly’s ears and making her heart skip a beat. The words she had prepared suddenly seemed to stick in her throat.
“Um… I …
“What was she supposed to say now?
“Heh.” A soft chuckle emanated from the other end, laced with an inexplicable indulgence. “Take your time.”
Milly blushed at his laughter.
She believed she could be ruthless and unfeeling, decisive and swift, with the wisdom of two lifetimes. But hearing his voice for just a moment left her flustered.
She coughed and forced herself to calm down. “Joy told me that you saved me when I fell into the water on set. Thank you.”
Silence followed.
After a moment, he only said, “Hmm.
“Did you call just to say that?”
His tone seemed to shift, becoming subdued as if she had said something wrong.
Remembering something, she quickly added, “Oh, right, there’s something
I got
the helicopter and the truckload of gifts. Joy said they were from you too. But didn’t you say you’d give them to me only after I got into Crestfallen University? Why did you send them early?”
Instead of answering directly, he asked, “Do you like it?”
Milly was taken aback and responded honestly, “I like it, but isn’t it too extravagant?”
“Not at all.”
His tone was unnervingly calm, as if he were discussing something trivial.
Silence enveloped them once more.
Milly regretted calling George on Joy’s suggestion. She sensed he was angry, but she couldn’t discern the reason for his displeasure.
Initially, his mood seemed fine when he answered the phone.
Could her call have disturbed him? That seemed plausible upon reflection.
“Well, if there’s nothing else, I’ll just-”
“Did you give the sachet to Jonathan?” His deep voice interrupted her mid–sentence.
Milly was taken aback. It was the second time she had heard this question today. The first was Anthony five minutes ago.
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They had the same resentment and the same sulking tone.
Anthony’s intentions were clear; she could easily guess what he wanted. But why was George suddenly bringing it up?
She replied tentatively, “It was Jonathan’s birthday gift.”
“I have my birthday in over two hundred days, and I have trouble sleeping too.”
It was almost as if he was blatantly asking for a gift.
Milly sighed, sensing a strange jealousy between these men. It seemed she was so exhausted she was imagining absurd things.
“Then can I make you a sachet too? I’ll add some cassia seeds, is that okay?”
Silence again.
Listening to the rhythmic “thump thump thump” from the other end as if he was knocking on something. Milly grew anxious, uncertain of what he was doing.
If he hadn’t saved her life, she might have hung up already.
After a pause, his voice returned, “I don’t like using the same thing as other men.”
Milly was speechless.
“On your birthday, I’ll throw in a handmade gift that’s way better than that sachet of his, it’s totally one–of- a–kind worldwide. How’s that?”
When those words slipped out, even she was taken aback.
It was exactly what she’d said a few minutes ago to calm Anthony.
But miraculously, the icy, resentful tone softened instantly. “Alright,”
Milly said nothing.
Could it be that in this story’s universe, those words possess some sort of enchanting power? Are they a charm that can instantly ease someone’s anger when spoken?
George’s smile lingered until he ended the call.
Beside him, the bald middle–aged man, delivering a work report, trembled uncontrollably, unsure if the CEO’s smile signalled his doorn.
He wished he’d taken his heart pills before the meeting
“Um, sir, about my project proposal…
George set his phone down, reclined in his boss’s chair with a satisfied look, and parted his lips. “Hmm, well put, please, go ahead.”
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The bald middle–aged man was puzzled. Well put? He hadn’t even started speaking.
At that moment, the entire conference room seemed to breathe easier, spirits lifting. Everyone wiped the sweat from their brows, relieved to have dodged another close call.
But who wielded such influence to turn the stern CEO into a genial figure with just one call? What kind of benevolent being was this?
Everyone had the same questions.
The only one in the room privy to the CEO’s true intentions, Danny, breathed a sigh of relief, thankful for his quick thinking. If he’d hung up on Milly, his fate would’ve been sealed.
After ending the call, Milly released a prolonged exhale, finally grasping the challenge of appeasing
someone.
Had she known a mere sachet could incite such chaos, she’d never have offered it!
Suddenly, a piercing shriek disrupted the silence. Jonathan, you cur!”
Milly froze. What is this guy up to now? Did he also unearth me giving Jonathanthe sachet? Unlikely. His intellect wouldn’t allow such a revelation.
Enter Oliver, his vibrant pink hair signaling his agitation. “D’mmit, d’mmit, d’mmit! Jonathan stooped to
devious tactics!”
Milly blinked in bewilderment. “What?”
“Look at this!” Oliver thrust his phone forward, teeth grinding with feline fury. “See? He pulled a dirty trick
on me!
“I asked Robin to boost my social media presence by celebrating my bravery in conquering the haunted house. Instead, Jonathan went wild, flooding the feed with a shattered sachet, eclipsing my heroic deed!”
