Mr. Waltson, Refrain Yourself

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Wasn’t there a journalist at the door? She had no idea if they had been filmed.

It would be considerably riskier for her to go out with him at this time.

She took a deep breath, texted him, and walked away.

She bent down and patted her leg as she entered the elevator.

What made her feel guilty?

Could it be… She was truly his…

Her face flushed even more as she considered this.

Wills Waltson discovered she had escaped after finishing his shower.

He couldn’t help but smile as he moved his head to the side. She didn’t seem to realize she’d never be able to flee. He moved over to the bed and grabbed up his cell phone, wiping his hair casually.

He was about to call her when he noticed she had sent him a text message.

He read a few phrases from the text message.

“I’ll leave first to prevent being discreetly photographed by the reporters.” Take care when you depart.”

Wills Waltson furrowed his brows before dialing her phone.

She finally picked up the phone after much deliberation. “Hello.”

“Where have you gone?”

“At the sector’s entrance”

“Stand right there. “Do not move.”

“First and foremost, I need to get to school.” I’m going to be late.”

Wills Waltson cocked his brow. “Are you certain?”

“Yeah, I’ll hang up first,” she responded, sure of herself.

“Don’t blame me for anything that happened at school.”

Luna was confused, what could happen to her?

She would feel incredibly awkward if she were to stand in front of him now.

She arrived at the bus stop intending to ride the bus, but when she realized Wills Waltson would most likely drive by later, she simply extended her hand to halt a taxi.

She arrived at school at 7:15 a. m. because she left early today and saved breakfast time.

There weren’t many kids in the school, but the three that had passed her all gazed at her neck.

She was curious as to what the students were looking at.

She didn’t think about it again after traveling a long distance away. She walked inside the office and poured herself a cup of warm water.

She took out her meal card and was going to go out to eat because she was hungry, but Mia unlocked the door and came in.

When she saw Mia, she smiled brightly and asked, “Mia, why are you up so early ?”

“I have a meeting with a classmate in a few minutes, there’s something I need to talk about,” Mia replied, her gaze falling on her neck.

When she noticed Mia’s embarrassed glance at her neck, she frowned and grabbed her neck: “Mia, what’s wrong?”

“You …” Mia paused for a bit before pointing to her neck. “It’s rather intense, isn’t it?”

“Huh?” She turned around after being stunned for a minute, as if she remembered something.

She hurriedly took out her bag and retrieved a little mirror. She opened it and examined her neck.

She really wanted to dig a hole in the dirt at that point.

There were five or six hickeys on the front of her neck. Not to mention the many more.

She was so irritated by what Wills Waltson said when he called her that she wanted to pound her foot on him.

Couldn’t he have told her right away that he saw it?

He was a pity.

This was far too humiliating.

Mia deduced from her regret that she was unaware of the bites on her neck.

She removed her scarf and draped it around her neck.

Miss Greenwich, the weather is horrible today. I recently purchased this scarf because you wear little outfits. It’s brand new, so it’s spotless. “You can try it first.”

She looked at Mia and murmured, somewhat embarrassed, “Mia, thank you very much.”

Mia touched her on the shoulder. “There’s no need to be courteous when we’re both working in the same office.”

She returned to her desk, scooped up her stuff, and walked away.

She took a big breath and walked to the cafeteria with the lunch card.

She had intended to phone Wills Waltson and inquire why he hadn’t told her when she was dining.

However, she ran into Garryson just as she was about to take out her phone.

Garryson took his plate and sat across from Luna. “Ah, Miss Greenwich, it’s the first time I’ve touched you in the canteen,” he exclaimed, surprised.

“I generally cook for myself in the past, but today I was a little lazy,” she added with a nice smile. “I came out to eat for that reason.”

They finished their dinner and went back to work together.

Sabranda had just arrived when she noticed her scarf. “Hey, isn’t that the scarf Mia was wearing yesterday?” she asked.

Her hands brushed towards her neck. “That’s exactly, I went out today and dressed too casually. When I initially arrived at school, I happened to run into Mia and take her scarf.”

“Mia. A person with a good shape will look good in any outfit. When Mia wore the scarf yesterday, I thought it was extremely average. But when you placed it on Miss Greenwich today, you immediately recognized the difference between a buyer’s show and a seller’s show.”

“Because she is gorgeous,”Garryson laughed.

Sabranda took a step forward and said, “Tsk, Miss Greenwich, you’re so gorgeous.” If you wear this scarf, I’d like to acquire something similar. Come on, come on, come on, give it a shot. “I’d like to see if I’m a good fit for this style.”

When she saw Sabranda approach over, she hurriedly covered her scarf and whispered, “Sabranda , this scarf doesn’t fit you.”

She recognized she had offended someone as soon as she finished speaking.

Sabranda ‘s face became frigid, as expected.

Garryson gazed at her but said nothing.

Sabranda was irritated: “Miss Greenwich, I know you’re gorgeous, and it’s widely recognised across the school, but you don’t have to look down on us average people, right?”

“No, Sabranda , you misunderstood me, the color of this scarf does not suit your skin tone, I just happened to buy a new one, that color doesn’t suit me, but I think it’s really suitable for you, if you don’t mind, I’ll bring it for you to try tomorrow, okay?”

Sabranda pouted as she heard her words. “Is there a scarf for which you are not suitable?”

“Of course, there are a lot of them. Nobody will fit into every outfit.”

“That is correct. If I were to wear this color, I might indeed appear old.”

Sabranda was overjoyed. She went back to her desk and seated.

She was going to sit again when she heard Sabranda say, “Miss Greenwich, don’t forget to bring a scarf here tomorrow.”

“OK, I won’t forget.”

She sat down, nodding and smiling.

But in her heart, she was thinking: Wills Waltson, you jerk. He is causing me harm. Tonight I need to go out and buy a scarf.