Chapter 4

The project in my hands was nearing its end, and communication with the client was becoming more frequent. The plan might need to be revised two or three times in an hour. I had been working overtime for almost a week, and today we finally reached the crucial point.

As long as we got through this, the project would be completed.

I stretched lazily, deciding to go out and treat myself to a good meal tonight.

But as I stretched, I bumped into someone, scaring me so much that I let out a cry. When I looked back, it was Mark.

When did he start standing behind me?

"Still working overtime?"

Mark didn't seem to care about my pale face from the fright, and asked naturally.

I didn't know why he suddenly came to find me, so I could only try to calm down and say: "Mr. Mark, is there anything I can help you with?"

A trace of displeasure flashed across Mark's face. He wasn't used to my distance.

But he still patiently said: "Why don't you hand over your clients and projects to Olivia? She needs the practice."

A chill crept into my heart.

Even though I knew Mark was outrageous, I didn't think he could be this outrageous.

Seeing my silence, Mark stepped forward, placing both hands on my shoulders, and said: "There are always some rumors in the company. She's just a young girl, how can she bear all this? With this project in hand, those who question her will shut up. You're a senior, it's right to help juniors."

I couldn't help but laugh bitterly and roll my eyes.

Mark knew very well how many nights I had stayed up for this project, even to the point of cardiac arrest and being rushed to the hospital for rescue.

But as soon as I entered the hospital doors, he was taken away by a light phone call from Olivia.

My life wasn't even as important as Olivia's coat.

And now, this project that I had desperately worked on until the end, he casually wanted to give to Olivia with just a few words.

He considered Olivia, strived to protect her reputation, but never considered whether all this was fair to me.

"Fine, let her come to take over tomorrow."

It's just right to submit my resignation letter as well. I've done my duty to this company.

As for what happens afterwards, with Mark's interference, I couldn't control it even if I wanted to. It's better to let go generously.

It seemed that he hadn't expected me to be so agreeable. Mark was stunned for a moment.

But then he was overjoyed and hugged me: "I was wrong in the past. I always thought you were petty and stubborn. I didn't expect you to be so understanding today. Let's go to that revolving restaurant by the river for dinner. You've wanted to go there for a long time, right?"

The revolving restaurant by the river? That three-star French restaurant?

I once wanted to spend our wedding anniversary there, but now all of this is meaningless.

Mark put his arm around my shoulders, his tone much gentler: "We've been married for many years, what obstacle can't we overcome? Control your temper a bit. In a few days, we'll withdraw the divorce application, and then I'll accompany you back to your parents' home. You haven't been back for many years, right? This time, we'll stay for a few days."

I listened to Mark painting this rosy picture for me, remaining silent.

He seemed to think I had agreed to everything, and continued to talk enthusiastically. Even after I had saved my files and gotten into the car with him, he didn't stop talking.

Sitting in the back seat, I was scrolling through my social media feed when I saw a photo Olivia had posted. She was wearing an evening gown, sitting in a spacious open-air restaurant, elegantly eating a candlelit dinner.

The date showed it was an hour ago.

Looking at the river in the background, I couldn't help but smile sarcastically.

So she had already enjoyed it, and Mark was considerate enough to rush from one scene to arrange the next with me after finishing the previous one.

He didn't even bother to change the location.