After leaving the office, Amelia returned to her desk. As she sat down and tried to grip the mouse, she noticed her fingers were trembling, making it hard to hold the mouse properly.
What was happening to her? Shouldn't she be used to Clay saying such things? She knew he didn't think highly of her, yet sometimes she couldn't help but overthink.
Something like... if he really disliked her so much, why did he always end up helping her?
One by one, the events played vividly before her eyes.
But every time, it ended on a sour note because Clay would always say something hurtful like he did in his office...
Amelia lowered her head, a self-deprecating smile playing on her lips.
She was truly laughable. If he genuinely wanted to help her, he wouldn't say so many hurtful things in front of e
