The Day I Kissed An Older Man

"So even the great Mister Sherman has moments when he doesn't feel like working," teased Rita, to which Sherman responded with a smile.

"I'm human, not a machine. It's only natural that I have those moments."

"And how do you usually deal with such negative emotions?" Rita asked, expecting a typical response. However, Sherman's answer took her by surprise.

"I just skip work altogether. As the boss, I still have that privilege."

Rita could not help but laugh. "Mister Sherman, you really have a sense of humor."

After taking a sip of his coffee, Sherman asked, "So, Miss Rita, why did you ask me out today? Is it still about that piece of land?"

Rita shook her head firmly. "It has nothing to do with that. But if you're willing to chat, I'd be happy to. Actually, it's—"

Rita bit her lip, unsure of how to broach the subject. She realized she had been too impulsive, rushing to Sherman and asking why he had helped her. It might make her seem presumptuous; perhaps Sherman had simply acted out of a sense of justice.

"This doesn't seem like your usual self," said Sherman.

Rita raised her head, her shimmering eyes fixed on him. "Then tell me, what do you think my usual self is?"

"Well...you're very straightforward. You're not the type to hesitate to say what's on your mind," Sherman replied. "Honestly, with my stature, even those who are on par with me in terms of wealth rarely speak so candidly in front of me. That's why I especially appreciate the people who speak the truth in front of me."

Rita nodded thoughtfully. "I only speak the truth, so you can rest assured."

"Then what are you hesitating for?"

Finally, Rita gritted her teeth and voiced her question. "Mister Sherman, perhaps asking you this question may seem presumptuous, but please don't take offense. Kwant to ask... Was it you who help

getting rid of Chase?"

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Sherman was taken aback, not expecting Rita to be as straightforward as ever, asking whatever was on her mind. "Um... Who's Chase?"

Sherman lowered his gaze, picked up his coffee, and took a sip to conceal his unease.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

"Mister Sherman, you don't need to hide it anymore. Although it's not right of me, accidentally overheard the conversation you had with my

boss over the phone while I was net

looking for him. I know it was you who helped me behind the scenes, but I don't understand why you did it, especially considering our

unpleasant encounter last time," Rita muttered, looking very disheartened.

"Then why did you ask me if you wanted to confirm something?" Sherman was puzzled.

Rita blushed, her eyes flickering with embarrassment. Still, she insisted on asking the question. "I want to know why you helped me."

Both fell silent, an ambiguous atmosphere enveloping them.

"There's no specific reason. I've told you I like your personality, and I don't want to see you being slandered by such despicable colleagues. Maybe it's because I had nothing else to do, so I decided to help you with this little trouble. Miss Rita, you really don't need to take it to heart," said Sherman with a faint smile.

Rita quickly hid the disappointment in her eyes.

"Is that so? So can I take it as you would help anyone just like you helped me?"