His Virgin Asisstant

Episode 6:

Issac mumbled to himself, his expression irritating Celeste. His next words, however, only served to vex her further:

“Could it be that he doesn’t trust you?”

“Why wouldn’t he trust me? Didn’t he abandon his wife for me?!” Celeste snapped angrily.

Her rebuttal wasn’t wrong, which only made Issac’s suspicions grow. As a man, Issac understood other men better than women like Celeste ever could. A man like Caleb, capable of leaving his wife for love, was not necessarily an upright gentleman. Such a man was unlikely to remain loyal to Celeste in the long run. Moreover, if Caleb truly loved her, how could he lack physical desire for her?

The more Issac thought about it, the more uneasy he became. Ignoring Celeste’s annoyance, he frowned and said, “This doesn’t sit right. If he truly loves you, call him and ask him to come pick you up. If he comes right away, then cling to him. But if he shows any sign of hesitation—”

“Fine!” Celeste cut him off, lifting her chin with defiant pride. “Just stand aside and watch.”

Her confidence stemmed from the insult Issac’s doubts had cast on her. How could Caleb not love her? Could it be he’d been pretending all this time? That was impossible.

Celeste refused to believe it. She was convinced she had Caleb under her control. To her, Issac’s words were an affront, a challenge to her dominance.

Under Issac’s watchful eyes, Celeste took out her phone. Her voice turned soft and enticing, laced with a hint of drunken seduction as she spoke into the phone, aiming to lure the man on the other end.

Caleb answered immediately. Upon learning she was drunk at a bar, he didn’t hesitate and said he would come to get her right away.

Celeste smirked triumphantly at Issac, whose unease diminished slightly at the sight. He moved aside, waiting for what would happen next. Celeste noticed but scoffed disdainfully, huffing a small laugh to herself.

By the time Caleb arrived, Celeste was conveniently being harassed by a drunken man.

Bang!

Without hesitation, Caleb delivered a punch that sent the man sprawling to the ground.

Then, with a cold expression that somehow made his actions seem even more tender, he scooped Celeste up in his arms. “Don’t come to places like this again,” he said.

“My friend invited me but left me behind…” Celeste whimpered, her face pale with fright as she clung weakly to his chest.

“Don’t be afraid,” Caleb reassured her immediately, his tone soothing.

His behavior dispelled the doubts lingering in the minds of both Issac and Celeste, leaving them temporarily unaware of anything unusual about him.

The next morning, Celeste called Issac to gloat, claiming that she and Caleb had spent the night together. Her tone was so smug that Issac felt a wave of disgust, though he also felt a strange sense of relief. He curtly told her to move quickly with her plans and hung up, eager to distance himself from her.

Celeste scoffed at his reaction. As she emerged from the bathroom, she wrapped her arms around Caleb’s waist while he was on the phone.

Caleb didn’t pull away, so she noticed the worry on his face as the person on the other end reported that his stock was being aggressively undervalued. Inwardly, she sneered, thinking to herself, Sorry, Caleb. Blame your stupidity for this.

“Seraphina.”

Seraphina, busy operating the coffee machine, froze at the sound of the familiar, gentle voice that carried a nostalgic warmth. She instinctively turned around and found herself face-to-face with Logan—her long-lost foster brother.

Although they had once been close enough to consider each other siblings, that was no longer the case. Seven years ago, Logan Blackwood had been reunited with his biological family and taken back abroad. They hadn’t seen each other since.

“Logan! You’re back?” Seraphina exclaimed, her face lighting up with a rare smile of delight.

“Yes, I’ve returned. I’ve actually been back for a while but didn’t have the chance to see you,” Logan replied, his gaze soft as he looked at her, a light in his eyes that was hard to decipher.

Seraphina, oblivious to his expression, excused herself to ask her manager for a short break.

Her manager teased, “Who’s that? The baby’s father?”

The jest was clearly in good fun since the manager knew it wasn’t true. Without waiting for Seraphina’s response, she waved her off with a smile.

Seraphina chuckled softly and brought coffee out to Logan.

“It’s such a coincidence, isn’t it? I can’t believe we’re meeting again after seven years,” she said as she sat down across from him, a look of genuine wonder on her face.

With her apron still tied around her waist and a gentle, serene smile, she exuded a quiet grace that made Logan’s gaze deepen.

“It’s not a coincidence,” Logan said, his voice tinged with a meaning Seraphina didn’t quite catch.

“Huh?” She blinked in confusion, her innocent reaction drawing a soft laugh from him.

The sound of Logan’s laugh, paired with his striking features, caught the attention of several patrons in the café.

Logan wished he could see a trace of admiration in Seraphina’s eyes, but there was none. Still, he didn’t let it discourage him and said, “I’ve actually known you worked here for a few days but hadn’t had the chance to visit.”

“Well, I guess that makes it a coincidence then,” Seraphina reasoned with a small shrug.

Logan laughed but didn’t argue. After all, she wasn’t wrong. Even he felt their meeting was a testament to the depth of their shared connection.

“Why are you working here?” he asked, his tone filled with genuine concern, which Seraphina interpreted as brotherly affection. To her, Logan had always been the caring, gentle brother she could rely on. She didn’t notice anything unusual about him. Despite the seven years apart, the bond of familiarity and lingering nostalgia allowed them to easily slip into reminiscing about the past.

At his question, Seraphina answered casually, “After my parents passed away, I couldn’t afford to go to college, so I’ve been doing jobs like this ever since.”

“Your parents… what happened?” Logan asked, visibly shaken by the news.

The mention of her parents cast a shadow over Seraphina’s mood, though she maintained a faint smile. “They had an accident a year after you left. But it’s fine now. I’m doing well, really. How about you?”

Logan, sensing she didn’t want to dwell on the past, resolved to look into it himself. Outwardly, he smiled and said, “I’m here on behalf of my family to finalize a contract for a major project that’s about to begin.”

“How long will you be staying?” Seraphina asked softly.

Her lack of emotional fluctuation or attachment in her tone left Logan feeling a bit helpless. Still, he could only offer a wry smile as he replied, “We’ll see, but probably not for a while.”

“If you’re free, take me to visit my parents’ graves,” Logan said. To him, they were still the parents who had raised him from childhood. Though he had been reunited with his biological family, he remained deeply attached to Seraphina’s late parents.

“Sure. Let me check with my manager,” Seraphina replied readily.

“Anytime works for me. I’m free now,” Logan suggested.

“Then let’s go tomorrow,” Seraphina said.