'But, Ashley, I really can't bring him to me, Mr. Elise is extremely cunning, he will start interfering in the internal affairs of the group again. That old fox's status is very high, Milan is not here, I can't deal with that old fox. Dealing with that old fox for the past two days, I almost went crazy. If I leave Milan here, I'm afraid I won't be able to hide for long. He is a bastard, but Ashley, do you have to be so stubborn with a child?"

Before she could say anything, Jerome shouted at the other end of the line, "Aren't children all so kind? Yes, children are very innocent. The words they say are very honest and simple. Because he likes her, Milan has expressed his goodwill. How can you misunderstand like that?"


Ashley's face was red with shame because of these criticisms, it was shameful.

"Adults should not look at the world of children with biased eyes."

Ashley's face became even redder, so angry that the hand holding the phone was shaking, she laughed coldly: "Then am I wrong? I am narrow-minded, my thinking is not upright. Jerome, you know very well.  The relationship between me and him, is it just that of an adult and a child?" Her expression was extremely angry: "If he doesn't remember anything, then everything will pass like the wind and clouds?"


She didn't expect that, early in the morning, she would be so "confused", "Unfortunately Jerome, I still remember clearly."

He didn't remember, but she still remembered everything clearly.


Remembered everything clearly.

"As for Mr. Elise's matter, you deal with it yourself." However, if she continued to live with the person beside her, she was afraid that she would do something wrong.

She was afraid that she would.

Will... be shaken.

She was also afraid that she would never want him to regain his memories again.

"I have to go to work now, after work, if he is still at my place, I will take him to see Mr. Elise, whether to pick him up or not, you decide." Coldly leaving a sentence, she didn't want to hear any more advice and decisively hung up. 

Not caring about the disappointed look on the person beside her, Ashley quickly cleaned up, picked up her bag, and left. 

After a busy day at the company, Selma came to the office early in the morning, holding Demen's contract, at noon, she found that the woman was still busy in the president's office. 

She thought that it was only because of cooperating with Demen that the woman was so busy with work, at noon, the secretary told her, that Ashley asked the secretary to bring all the recent documents of the company to her. 

Selma felt a little unusual, the door of the president's office was slightly open, she wanted to knock on the door, but her hand touched the door, and the door opened automatically, Selma knew that this woman was putting all her effort into her work. 

"General Manager." She pushed the door open, and walked quickly forward, a little angry: "What you did is not good, I know, Patterson Group has a lot of problems, but didn't we sign a contract with Demen? Can't we relax a little?" 

"It's not because of Demen." The woman was busy with her work, not raising her head, just looking at the signature on the document in her hand, and gently replied. 

"It's not because of Demen?" Selma frowned: "Isn't it because of Demen that you torture yourself like this?" 

"Okay, Selma, go out." 

The woman still didn't raise her head and said. 

Looking at the woman's appearance of burying her head in her work, Selma was both angry and pitiful, slamming her hand on the table, "I heard from the people below, that you haven't had lunch yet, right?" 

"I'm not hungry. Go out." 

The woman said coldly. 

Selma was a little stunned, since working with this woman, she had never treated her like this. 

"A healthy body can work well..." 

"Go out." The woman spoke coldly again, only then did she raise her head from the pile of documents and glance at Selma on the opposite side. 

'What happened?"

Selma thought for a moment, feeling even more strange. This woman had never treated her like this before: 'Ashley, you can go out. I know you're busy with work, but you should at least take the time to eat."

'I told you, I'm not hungry."

Selma frowned: "If you don't eat, then I can't fulfill my responsibility."

Irritated by Ashley's stubbornness, Selma suddenly said something.

"Fulfill your responsibility?" Ashley frowned at her: "Fulfill your responsibility for what? Fulfill your responsibility to whom? How should I fulfill your responsibility?"

It was only then that Selma realized that she had just said something inappropriate, but she had already said it. Since things had come to this point, moreover... she didn't feel obligated to keep it a secret from anyone.

"Before Milan went to Italy, he assigned me the task of supervising your daily meals and eating on time.  Although he has become like this now, I agreed with him at the beginning, so I also take on the responsibility of urging you to eat on time." 

Ashley was already in a mess, and now hearing that person's name, she felt even more uncomfortable: "Am I your superior, or is he your superior? Selma, please explain your duties clearly." 

After speaking, her expression immediately changed, she realized that her words were a bit too harsh. 

"Ashley?" 

"Get out." 

"What happened?" After all, she still understood this woman. 

"Tell me, maybe I..." 

Ashley suddenly slammed the table and stood up, she knew, Selma wanted the best for her, Selma was always kind, but at this moment, she couldn't stand these nonsense words: "Get out." 

"Don't be like this." Selma said, "There's nothing that can't be solved, is it because of Milan?  Tell me, maybe I can…"

'You can't." Those words of comfort only made her feel more complicated at this moment. Ashley only felt the buzzing in her ears. Those words of concern had become sharp arrows, shooting straight at her. In the end, she couldn't help but scream.

She didn't want to hurt Selma, but she didn't want Selma to mention that person's name.

She just… wanted Selma to be quiet, a little silence, and a silent atmosphere.

'It's Milan… right?" Ashley let go of her shoulders, her two hands tightly grasped Selma's sleeves, lowered her head, her voice suppressed, softly said: 'Selma, can you let me be quiet for a while… okay?"

Although she spoke softly, she couldn't hide the pleading in it.

Selma was stunned, suddenly sobered up, just wanted to slap her twice, she looked at her, usually still very sober, why was she so confused now?  Looking at the sad appearance of the woman in front of her, Selma opened her mouth wide, didn't say anything more, turned around, pulled the office door, and left. 

In the office, the woman still hadn't returned to her original position to continue burying herself in work, she stood still in place, her face pale as paper.