Darling, I Am Waiting For You
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“Because I ran too fast. I was worried that you’d die!” Then she looked at the man and said, “You can’t keep bleeding like this. Those men in black should be gone by now. Let me send you to the hospital.”
“It’s okay. My people are here.”
Right then, a Land Rover jammed its brakes in the middle of the road. The car door swung open and out came two men who pushed the shrubbery aside and greeted the injured man. “Boss…” They helped him up in awe.
She let go of him. She knew that those were the people who were going to save him, so she let them take him.
“What’s your name?” The injured man turned around before he left with his eyes fully open.
She was at a loss for words. They had such deep and beautiful eyes. The black and the white were so clear and bright, just like a starry night. They glimmered like obsidian. Truly resplendent.
She realized that her infatuation was showing, and she quickly reined back her demeanour. She then stood up and responded embarrassedly, “… Ishla Fisher, which means pretty woman.”
The injured man didn’t show any expression. It was as though he had been born a cold introvert. He looked at her and got into the Land Rover.
At that point, the Land Rover swiftly drove off.
She waited until the Land Rover was out of sight before she reined back her gaze. She looked at the blood stain on her hand and felt like she had just woken up from a dream.
She suddenly thought of her handkerchief.
Just before the man left, she had loosened her grip and the handkerchief had been taken by the injured man.
The man’s eyes appeared in her head again and her heart started racing. She shook her head and cleared her mind of the image. She then suddenly shouted “ah” and started running.
Sh*t. What about my date?
Mark, wait for me.
***
In a private room at the bar, Ishla drank a few glasses of hard liquor, “Inebriation is the solution to a thousand sorrows.”
Lightweight as her, she immediately felt light-headed after those few drinks. She stood up unsteadily, with the intention of heading to the washroom.
Ishla waved and said, “It’s okay.” She then left the private room. She had barely left the room when she heard the people sitting inside talking about her…
Ishla forced a smile. She went to the bathroom while placing her hand on the wall for support.
She would never regret slapping that man. People say that companies are full of filth, but not everyone is filthy in that era–only those with black hearts.
She would never compromise her morals or betray herself.
After washing her face with cold water, Ishla still felt dizzy. She walked out of the bathroom.
After several steps, she ran into a man who smelled strongly of booze. He shouted at her, “Haven’t you got eyes?”
Ishla frowned. She looked at him and froze. What a small world. He was Frank whom she slapped once because he wanted her body.
The man was also stunned at the sight of Ishla, too. But then his eyes began to glow. In the past two years, she had grown more beautiful than all the women he had slept with, even without make-up.
He was about to make a move. “Oh, it’s you. How have you been these past two years? Wanna come back to Detroit? I’ve been thinking about you. You’re always welcome there.”
That was the way a 30-year-man with a little drink in him spoke. Right. He behaved like that because he dared to. Publishing companies, the latter of which was owned by the Smith Family, were the two largest multiple companies in the world.
Unfortunately, she fell out with both.
“Thank you for your offer, but I’m not interested,” she said indifferently as she kept walking.
The man looked at her with a filthy and exciting look while she was walking away. He had been in the business field for too long to accept that there was a woman he wanted but could not have.
He ran a few paces to catch up with her, put his arm around her waist and said, “Ishla Fisher, don’t choose the hard way. I’ll make sure you have a very comfortable life if you say yes.” Ishla was well prepared.
Just as he started chasing after her, she quickened her pace and took a turn. She successfully dodged the pervert’s grope and ran forward into a crowd.
The CEO of Publishing Companies looked at how Ishla rejected him and cursed, “B*tch, just watch how I am going to deal with you!”
He rolled up his sleeves and chased after her.
Ishla was shocked. She never thought that Frank would want to go after her in public. It was really unlucky that in one day, she met not one, but two perverts.
She quickened her pace and ran to the lobby of the bar.
The bar didn’t have any glaring neon lamps or loud music. On the contrary, the environment was rather quiet and intimate. The urban white-collar workers came here in groups to relieve their stress. Ishla looked around, trying to find someone who could help her.
Right at that moment, two staff members opened the doors to the bar. The bar manager warmly greeted the bunch of people and greeted them politely. There was a man in a black tailored suit at the forefront, surrounded by a group of people.
Ishla was slightly drunk and she couldn’t see the man’s face clearly. She could only see the well-designed and well-pressed pants covering the man’s long legs. Every step that he took gave out an imposing air.
She could tell that he was a man of high standing with a single glance.
She didn’t hesitate but instead staggered toward the man. She extended her arms and hugged the man’s neck. She smiled gently and said, “Darling, I am waiting for you.”
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