No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 697

At the break room, I casually tossed out a question to the others, "Has anyone seen Mr. Smith today?"

A few snickers and suppressed laughs followed, sparking my curiosity, "What's up? Did something happen to him?"

"He got a makeover, courtesy of his girlfriend!"

"Must've been a wild cat fight."

"Who knew Mr. Smith's girlfriend had it in her..."

"Well, if my guy hit up a nightclub without me, I'd scratch him too."

The gossip flew fast and loose, and from the chatter, I pieced it together: Grant hadn't shown up at the office because he was sporting some new 'decorations' on his face, too embarrassed to show his mug. Back at my desk, I couldn't resist and dialed Grant, figuring a check-in was in order. It wasn't to poke fun-far from it. Grant had always had my back.

"Don't buy into the office gossip mill, it's all blown out of proportion," he rushed to clarify the moment the call connected.

are you

"You were at the office, right?

played it cool, "Been swamped, haven't heard a peep. What's got

the office rumors. Ending it with, "What I regret most is ever falling for a

spirits, prompting me to tease, "Oh? Planning to switch teams

only if they're the Ernest type," Grant confessed, though not intentionally bringing Ernest into it.

let that comment slide, and Grant, sensing he might have overstepped,

club did you end up at?" I cut

blurted out, then fell silent, probably realizing

for Seabreeze

she

You know how it is, women always overthink things. A perfectly normal situation turns into a

unwittingly offending all womankind.

giving you a new look?" I couldn't

he admitted, then quickly retorted, "Who said she scratched me... Oh great, Felicia, now you're

and Grant, half-joking, threatened to dock my bonus—a bonus for work he