Chapter 39: The Difference Between Love and Indifference

Ding. Ding.

Fraser replied almost instantly. “Looks like someone’s in a good mood today.”

Summer’s lips curled into a slight smile. “Thanks to you, Mr. Graham. Global Plan secured its investment, and I got exactly what I wanted.”

Fraser already knew everything that had happened at Stewart Group today. Delia had reported back to him in full detail. He didn’t mind that Summer had used him. In fact, he welcomed it—because, step by step, he wanted to become someone she relied on. This time, he wanted her to be the one making the first move into his world.

“Just one meal to show your appreciation? That seems a little underwhelming.”

Summer thought about it seriously. Thanks to Fraser’s help today, she had secured 30% of Stewart Group’s shares. One meal did feel a little stingy.

“How about two?”

“Two meals? If they’re at your place, I might consider it.”

Summer stared at the words “at your place,” and her heartbeat skipped. Was he really just talking about dinner, or was this his way of inviting himself over? She took a sip of ice water, hoping to cool herself down.

“My place is too small. I don’t think I can accommodate someone of your status.”

Fraser replied almost instantly. He quickly typed, “Small? As long as it doesn’t get in the way, it’s fine.”

Summer’s face burned. Wait… Is he actually implying something? In bed? Oh my God, this man is shameless! Her heart pounded erratically. Thankfully, no one else was in the office to see her blushing.

Summer gripped her phone tightly, at a complete loss for words. Fraser looked at the message on his screen, a slow, amused smile spreading across his face. He could picture her right now—her face flushed, caught completely off guard. She had a naturally confident look, but when she blushed, it added an unexpected softness that made her even more stunning. His dark eyes locked onto the floor-to-ceiling window, deep and unreadable, his lips curving slightly.

“Summer, what exactly is going through your head? I was talking about dinner. But if there are other… services, I wouldn’t turn them down.”

Summer’s face burned even hotter. Shameless! That was not what she meant!

“You wish!”

A sudden knock on the office door snapped her out of her thoughts. Quinn peeked in. “Ms. Stewart, you have a meeting.”

Summer blinked, remembering the marketing meeting she was supposed to attend. She had been so caught up texting Fraser that she lost track of time.

“Got it.”

Standing up, she grabbed her laptop and the meeting notes from the desk. Before she could head out, her phone buzzed again. A new WhatsApp message. She couldn’t resist opening it.

Fraser smirked, “So you’re allowed to be stunning, but I’m not allowed to dream a little?”

Summer let out an involuntary laugh. She couldn’t help but stare in surprise, as if she had just discovered something completely new. The Summer she knew was always serious about work—it was rare to see her boss this relaxed and soft. It was like discovering a whole new side of her. She had heard rumors that Summer was engaged. But since joining the company, she had never once seen this mysterious fiancé visit. And she had definitely never seen Summer texting him with a smile like this. Quinn had always assumed Summer’s fiancé was just part of a wealthy family arrangement—nothing more than a business deal with no real feelings involved.

But today… had he suddenly changed? Then, all of a sudden, Summer remembered. Her WhatsApp conversations with Trevor were always one-sided. She was always the one reaching out, and if he responded at all, it was a rare occasion. Sometimes, she would wait days for a single response. One time, she had been so swamped with a project that she hadn’t seen him for almost two weeks. She had missed him. So, despite being exhausted after work, she had gone straight to his villa. She texted him, made a full homemade dinner, and set the table, excited about the idea of having dinner together. She waited. And waited. By 11 p.m., her messages were still unread. Even the housekeeper had stepped out several times, glancing at her sitting alone at the massive dining table. By midnight, Trevor finally came home. His eyes swept over the cold dishes on the table, and all he did was frown.

Summer couldn’t hold back her frustration. “If you weren’t coming home for dinner, why didn’t you tell me ahead of time?”

Trevor barely looked at her. “I thought I replied to your message.”

How ridiculous. Summer’s expression instantly turned cold. Trevor rubbed his temples, his tone laced with impatience. “Summer, I’m busy. If you need something, just call me. Stop spamming me on WhatsApp.”

Funny. Did he really think she hadn’t tried? His phone had been off. But Fraser was just as busy—he ran a major corporation, just like Trevor. Yet somehow, he always made time to acknowledge her and respond to her. When someone truly cares about you, they don’t ignore your messages or leave you waiting.

Chapter 40: An Unwanted Visit