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?"

snide comments and didn't pay much mind. Clyde had indeed transferred a million to

led the charge with a roll of her eyes. "We

interrupted to

on fondue, dare

Why don't we see you treating

Administrative Department doing here in the Design Department? Trying to win hearts,

looked at them disdainfully. "You eat whatever your boss eats. We're off to the

top floor housed one of the most extravagant Western restaurants, where the average cost per person could easily hit

"Ms. Osborne, you're not planning to

while others returned the smile. It seemed

no..." She cut herself off as I took out

cut her off. "I certainly have the right, seeing as I'm still Clyde's wife. If you dare use our money, I'll dare to call the cops. After all, it's not your first time at

holding back on her feelings. Even if she ended up

took my group to a

ate. "Kayla only let each person 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

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

added her on social media and even invited her into their chat group. After they

to .Org

her affection and promising to protect and provide for me. Under the curious gaze of the driver, I awkwardly disentangled myself, but

"Mel, you're so good. Why did you have to get sick? That jerk