Eloise could not say anything. Simon's question was straightforward, but Eloise wasn't conscious enough to respond.
"Wh-what?"
Simon tilted his head. It was obvious that Eloise had been crying, even though she was trying to hide it.
Eloise didn't want to look weak in the eyes of others, but how could it be that out of all the people in this building, it was Simon again who found her when she was feeling distraught?
"Wipe your tears," Simon said again, holding out the handkerchief Eloise had not yet received. "You don't want people to see you like this, do you?"
Eloise tried to regain her senses. Staring at the grayish-white handkerchief Simon was holding, she finally accepted it.
"Thank you, sir."
"Let's go downstairs," Simon called out quickly. Some employees would probably be head
