Chapter 953 Forbidden Feelings and Secret Plans

Zed had kept his eyes on the part, reading the week's holiday check-in report. A nagging suspicion had formed in his mind that the person on the other side of the door was Julie. "I'm busy," he replied to his visitor. "Just send me a message if it's urgent."

His words were like fuel to Julie's anger. Fighting against her growing temper, she coughed aloud and said, "It's me, Julie. I need to talk to you."

Zed's gut had been right about who the person was, and from the looks of it, she would not leave until he faced her. He could just ignore and dismiss her, but the longer she stood outside his office, the more suspicious it would look. He didn't want his employees seeing this scene and for rumors to start spreading.

Having been left with no choice, he put down the report in his hand and told her, "Come in."

The door pushed open slowly, revealing a tearful Julie behind it. Her skin had a gloomy pallor as her dull, lackluster eyes looked at him. "Don't you want to see me?" she asked in a soft voice.

Zed motioned towards the pile of papers on his desk, as if it sufficed for an answer. Without further explanation, he asked, "What did you need to talk about?"

"I…" Julie started, her chest tightening at his blunt display of coldness. Her hands found the fabric of her clothes and she grasped them to steady herself as she continued, "I came to explain what happened last night."

Before she could continue, Zed immediately raised a hand, cutting her off. "If it is about yesterday, then you can leave. I don't want to hear it," he said.

"But, if I don't explain it clearly, you will misunderstand," Julie pressed. "I am not the kind of woman who likes playing games. Whatever I did, it was because I like you too much that I can't even help myself," Julie explained with an agonized voice.

Even in the midst of her tears, Zed stood like an unmoveable statue— his eyes looking at her with ice-like coldness. She almost could not bear to look at them, but she steeled herself to hold his gaze.

"I don't think it will make any difference if I misunderstand or not," Zed replied.

"What?" Julie asked in confusion. She didn't clearly understand what he meant by his words.

Seeing her at a loss, Zed continued, "We are not in any relationship with each other. There is no need for any of these

It all starts on that fateful night.

When Ella, who is the dear sister of Samuel’s best buddy, sneaks into the hotel where the drunken Samuel resides and gets pregnant…

"I don’t want a divorce!"

"I don’t want a divorce!"

"I did no such thing!"

Ella jumped on the bed and cried out. “I don’t want a scheming woman as my wife. Just sign the paper...

ile as she continued explaining. "Aside from that, I had also understood something else. I haven't had a boyfriend in a long time, so I was just probably feeling lonely. You were the first good man I met, and being single for so long probably gave me strange ideas. I'm okay now, so please don't avoid me like you did, okay? "

"If that's the case, then all is well," Zed answered. He knew that her cheerfulness was a facade to cover up her embarrassment, but it was better than her crying.

He couldn't be her lover, but the two of them could at least be friends.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your work. I've even made a mess. I'm going to clean up. You just keep working. I won't bother you." Julie got up and started to pick up the scattered tissues on the floor.

Zed didn't say anything and sat back in front of the desk. Then, he continued to read the report.

As she cleaned, Julie stole secretive glances at him. His brows were slightly furrowed in his concentration, giving him a serious look. Small flutters appeared in her chest as she looked at him.

Her behavior today was a mistake. If she continued to cling to him, he would cut her off and there would really be no chance left for her.

'I can't let myself ruin all my hard work. I have to be patient, ' Julie secretly castigated herself as she threw the tissues into the trash bin.

Tap-tap!

The sound echoed through the room, and the two of them looked in the direction of the door.

Outside, Jean waited. When no one opened the door, she picked up the phone and dialed.