When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

Chapter 10

Chapter 10



Ever since I started working, I've felt some of my old spark returning. But the best part? I finally had a paycheck.

The day before, our finance department, in an unprecedented move, handed me a month's base salary. To me, $20,000 felt like winning the lottery. I didn't dwell on why they paid me for a month after just three days of work. After all, Clyde wasn't short on cash.

I immediately transferred half to Jade, who'd been slaving away preparing nutritious meals for the two of us every day. Despite her decent salary, taking care of her grandma on top of everything else, including me, has been a real struggle.

Unfortunately, she refused the money and gave me an earful in the hospital room. "What do you think you are doing? My meals aren't just for anyone, you know. Don't bother to transfer money unless you have a million or two to spare."

I held my food tray, grinning at her.

"Jade, I'm back at work and got my first paycheck," I chuckled.

"What's so funny? You haven't fully recovered yet. Eat up. You're such a pain sometimes." She roughly dished out some lobster for me, quickly wiping a tear when she turned her back.

I devoured the lobster, tears welling up in my eyes, too. Jade's terrible cooking was a waste of the lobsters. After a hearty meal, we fell into our usual chit-chat.

worried. "Isn't your condition supposed to keep you from overthinking? You should be resting,

like I have much else going for me besides this one talent. Who knows, I

was superstitious, trying to ward off

bulk up and get some resistance. You have to eat

eggs and milk were cheaper protein. Luckily, now that I had a salary, I shouldn't have

the uplift in spirits, but my recovery was going

Design Department struggled for months only to get rejected. Everyone's

much everyone missed me, but I knew better. In the Design Department, I was a walking disaster for everyone else. Clyde sometimes couldn't separate personal from professional,

I needed

It's a big project." I started thinking about the final commission, which could cover my

mood, granting me

meet immediately

troubled face,

design, it made sense for me to handle the talks. Others might not grasp the project's

asking her to schedule the meeting with the client three days later at the office. Three days wouldn't significantly impact the project, but for me, it was crucial. I needed to be

I hadn't seen in ages, made

me my latest reports, confirming my steady recovery.

hours, Clyde's call shattered my peace. Even on vibrate, the