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?"

had indeed transferred a million to me. Without that, I might have had second thoughts

led the charge with a roll of her eyes. "We love fondue, thank you

colleagues interrupted to

down on fondue, dare you never

don't we

doing here in the Design Department? Trying to

disdainfully. "You eat whatever your

of the most extravagant Western restaurants,

bit my lip as I looked at her. "Ms. Osborne, you're not planning to use my marital asset to treat everyone,

while others returned the smile. It seemed not everyone in

it to me, so it's mine. You have no..." She cut

dare use our money, I'll dare to call the cops. After all, it's not your first time at the police

on her feelings. Even if she ended up being Mrs. Patterson, it had nothing to

off, and I took my group to a joyful

desserts. Just juice, no wine allowed. Ha, they're all complaining in the chat they

newbie complaint chat I didn't know, and even folks from Design Department III were venting. Compared to

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

to .Org

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

out of the car and into the bedroom, where she suddenly burst into tears. "Mel, you're so good. Why did you have to get sick? That jerk Clyde, how dare he mistreat you?