When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

Chapter 62

Chapter 62



The folks at Design Department III looked under the weather, but I didn't let it bother me and returned to my office.

It wasn't long before I got a message from Jade.

[Someone's trying to cozy up to me. It seems these coworkers want to join us but can't bring themselves to snub Kayla.]

[Don't worry about me. Kayla's little schemes can't touch me. Rest assured.]

I sent her a gif in response, then turned to ask my coworkers what they were in the mood for. The Design Department crew was mostly young, and even the more seasoned designers had a lively streak. It didn't take long for everyone to settle on heading out for some fondue.

Located on the fourth floor of Crestview Mall, the place was a haven for various eateries. So, after work, our group made our way to the fondue restaurant.

As we arrived, Kayla and her team from Marketing Department III strolled up in their time.

Kayla mocked. "Melanie, dear, or should I say, Mrs. Patterson, this is what you treat everyone to? Oh gosh, such poor taste. Isn't this what students would go for? How cheap can you get?"

much mind. Clyde had indeed transferred a million to me. Without that, I might have had second

a roll of her eyes. "We love fondue, thank you

interrupted to

fondue, dare you

so rich. Why don't we see

the Administrative Department doing here in the

whatever your

Western restaurants, where the

her. "Ms. Osborne, you're not planning to use my marital asset to

at her colleagues behind her. Some averted their gaze while others returned the smile. It seemed not everyone

so it's mine. You have no..." She cut herself off

to call the cops. After all, it's not

I figured there was no point in holding back on her feelings. Even if she ended up being Mrs. Patterson, it had nothing to do with me

off, and I took my group to a

order one steak, and there were no desserts. Just juice, no wine allowed. Ha, they're all complaining in the chat they might as well have stayed

from Design Department III were venting. Compared to our fondue, the photos they shared in the

media and even invited her into their chat group. After they witnessed Kayla's behavior, their actions seemed to have shifted some

to .Org

drunk and all over me in the car, declaring her affection and promising to protect and provide for me. Under the curious gaze of the driver, I

the bedroom, where she suddenly burst into tears. "Mel, you're so good. Why did