Chapter 291

Not until his figure disappeared at the doorway did Jonathan reproachfully say to me, “You’re stubborn too. What’s wrong with coaxing him? It’s not like you’ll lose a piece of meat, right?”

I secretly clenched my fork. Under his reproach, a surge of anger rose in my heart. I sarcastically retorted, “That’s how you men are. No matter who’s right or wrong, you always expect women to appease you.”

Regardless of whether he’s easy to coax, I declared, “Why should I coax him?”

As soon as the words left my lips, Reynaldo, who had just left, suddenly returned. My heart trembled slightly; I sat stiffly, motionless.

Jonathan awkwardly smiled and called out, “Reynaldo, did you forget something again?”

Reynaldo remained silent, but I saw from the corner of my eye that he was staring at me coldly. I clenched my fork tightly, trying to remain calm.

After a long silence, Reynaldo gave a cold snort and left again. This time, Jonathan dared not speak another word. Only after Reynaldo had been gone for a while did he rush to the door to check, ensuring Reynaldo had indeed left. He then returned, looking frustrated, and said to me, “Esmie, you really don’t know how to please a man.”

I looked at him expressionlessly and replied, “Why should I try to please men?”

“Because that was the man you loved.”

Who said he was the man I loved? And if he got angry, am I supposed to comfort him? When he hurt me because of Kimberly, he didn’t even try to comfort me.

“Of course, he’s the big CEO, and I’m just a small secretary. I have no right to demand anything from him. But now you’re asking me to go and coax him—don’t you think that’s ridiculous?”

Jonathan opened his mouth, wanting to speak. I impatiently snapped, “Alright, you men always think from your own perspective. You like being pampered and praised, but never stop to think about what you’ve done.”

“Ah, no, Esmie, your thinking can’t be so extreme. You can’t lump all men together like that…”

Johnathan continued to argue. I impatiently shoved him out and closed the door. Finally, silence.

I lowered my head and stared at my toes, feeling troubled. That’s it.

Anyway, Reynaldo had never given me a good face, so let him be angry—it wasn’t the first time.

In the afternoon, instead of going back to sleep, I opened the window for some fresh air. The cold wind blew in, and I felt much more refreshed. Last night, despite the heavy snowfall, the sun now shone brightly, and most of the snow had melted. Even in this cold downtown weather, the streets bustled with activity.

I sat in the recliner by the window, checking information about the client I was meeting tonight. It was odd that Reynaldo asked me to join him on a business trip without even mentioning the project details. I only knew the client’s name, which Jonathan had told me. I didn’t even know why he wanted me to go. Did I give him a hard time?

Lost in thought, I opened my phone’s search page and typed in the client’s name.