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 me. Without that, I might have had second thoughts even

her eyes.

colleagues interrupted

fondue, dare you never have it

rich. Why don't we see you

in the

"You eat whatever your boss eats. We're

top floor housed one of the most extravagant Western restaurants, where the average

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

her. Some averted their gaze while others returned the smile. It

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

money, I'll dare to call the cops.

I figured there was no point in holding back on her

I took my group to a joyful fondue

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

know, and even folks from Design Department III were venting. Compared to our fondue, the photos they shared in the chat made everyone agree

nudged me, showing me her phone. Several from Design Department Ill had added her on social media and even invited her into their chat group. After

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

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