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.

only piqued my curiosity, "What are you

at the office, right? Didn't you

"Been swamped, haven't heard a

sighed, a torrent of woes pouring out, mirroring the office rumors. Ending it with, "What I regret most is ever falling for a

spirits, prompting me

Grant confessed, though not intentionally bringing Ernest into it. It was his

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

did you end up at?" I cut to the

He blurted out, then fell

"Sapphire Lounge is the go-to for Seabreeze

she

how it is, women always overthink things. A perfectly normal situation turns into a full-blown drama," Grant

unwittingly offending all womankind.

you

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

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