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?"

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

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

colleagues interrupted to

fondue, dare you

don't we see

here in the

whatever your boss eats. We're off to the

of the most extravagant Western restaurants, where the average cost

not planning to use my

while others returned the smile. It seemed not

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

dare to call the cops. After all, it's not your first time at the police station, right? Once bitten, twice shy. I get it. You're not

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

stormed off, and I took my group to a joyful fondue

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

newbie complaint chat I didn't know, and even folks from Design Department III were venting. Compared to our fondue, the photos they shared in the chat made everyone agree that I had

nudged me, showing me her phone. Several from Design Department Ill had added her on social media and even

to .Org

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

into the bedroom, where she suddenly burst into tears. "Mel, you're so good. Why did you have to get sick? That jerk Clyde,