The Woman From Hell

"Be sincere." Drover's tone was solemn.

Hattie seemed to be under enormous pressure. It was like having a mountain pressing on her back. She had to apologize again due to this pressure. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean it." "It's okay." I waved my hand.

After apologizing, Hattie's eyes suddenly became sharp as if she was warning me.

After she left, Drover turned around and continued to look at me. "Are you really okay?"

"I'm fine, really. If it weren't for you, odds are I wouldn't be." The scene from before scared me just thinking about it.

Drover glanced at the tools, then looked at the windows that were left unfinished. "She wants you to clean the windows?"

I shrugged. Sighing, I turned back to wash the dirty rag before putting it back in my hand again. "Yeah, the old chief is injured. Nicky asked her mother to come over to be the acting chief and to make my life difficult. It's just cleaning windows. It's no big deal."

"It's dangerous. You're pregnant." Drover's words were filled with worry.

I signed an 'OK' gesture, indicating that I could do it. "Don't worry. Today was just an accident. She was also frightened just now. She probably won't come to supervise me in the future."

Knowing that he could not convince me, Drover stopped arguing with me and just took the tools from my hands. "I'll wipe the rest for you."

can you do

a leader in the artificial intelligence industry, was stooping so low to clean windows. If word were to spread, his reputation would be ruined. I wanted to take the rag back, but Drover raised his arm to prevent me from touching him. "I'm taller than you. It'll be faster

quietly watched his tall body stand in front of the windows as he wiped them up and down. This

he

and a curtain of sadness fell

time passed. "It's done." Drover pulled

tenderness in his eyes. My heart was warm, and I caught a glimpse of the sweat on his forehead. I took out a tissue

wiped his face and smiled

head and took out another tissue with a smile, then I helped him with the places he did

business dinner

so just a wipe is enough." Drover looked at

movements were very gentle, and they seemed to have stunned him for a

the atmosphere was a little

hand. Taking the rag from his hand and putting it in the bucket, I then picked up the tools. "Go back

a little flustered. He

up the tools

returned to the department.