Love Is the Only Reason

With his voice heard, the woman halted, turning her head to look at Levi. Her eyes widened in shock. She stuttered, "Mr. Morrison, about this situation…"

Levi shook his head and took a sip of the cocktail.

"If it's dirty, wash it," Levi said coldly.

When Levi said that, the woman did not dare to react further. She only pursed her lips and added, "Gosh, you are so lucky Levi is here. You didn't even thank him."

I tightly gripped my tie in my hand. Then, momentarily, I turned towards Levi, positioned myself and nodded again in his direction.

"Thank you, Mr. Morrison," I said, scared and embarrassed.

Levi did not say anything. His mouth was zipped and he leaned over and placed the wine glass on the table.

Back then, when I pursued Levi with everything I had in mind, he ignored me.

Later that time, Levi's father was beaten up for owing money. His father had a lot of bruises on his nose and even had a swollen face.

That was when Levi begged me to lend him some money, but I ignored it.

He eventually humbled himself, bowing slightly towards me.

I remembered what I told him before.

"Unless you will kneel in front of me," I said, lips tight and fists clenched, standing still for a long time.

Despite how hard I was to him, he knelt in front of me with his teeth gritted. He said, "Kaylee, please save my father. I am begging you."

He was proud and reserved. I realized then that I could never win his heart.

In silence, I left the private room, tightening my tie.

My life at the moment was far different from Levi's. Once I had finished washing the tie, perhaps it would be best not to see him again.

I went into the bathroom and started running the water. I was lost in thought, staring at the purple tie with me.

If my memory served me right, Levi usually wore gray ties the most, not that one.

Whenever we went out, I ordered him a purple tie and forced him to wear it even though he preferred other colors.

What he had told me back then was still in my mind.

He disagreed, saying, "I can't even decide about my clothes. Will it have to be you to decide everything in my life?"

I fiddled with my purple nails without looking up and said, "Who made me like purple?"

I tossed it to him and said firmly, "Put it on."

At first, Levi resisted and didn't want to do it. But later, he took out the purple tie and wore it without hesitation.

I rubbed the stain, having worn it for so many years. Lost in thought, I didn't notice Levi coming out of the bathroom to wash his hands in the sink across from me.

His unexpected appearance made me lower my head more.

We stood back to back, with him staring at the mirror, not moving.

Feeling his gaze on my back made me uneasy.

After a while, he said, "Do the waiters here have to wear masks even when washing things?"

He started drying his hands and still wondered.

I rubbed my tie and replied, "Sir, I have a slight cold. In this special time, I don't want to risk infecting customers."

He kept rubbing his hands and walked over slowly, tossing the paper into the trash near me. He then leaned against the mirror, looking at the sink.

"How long have you been doing this job?" he asked.

I paused and replied, "Since graduation."

He pulled the wrinkled tie from the sink, asking, "Since graduation? Can a tie be washed like this?"

Right. I used to be spoiled. I wouldn't even wash my hands without gloves.

I looked at my rough, red hands. Instead of answering him, I said, "Sir, I'll iron it and bring it back to you."

He grabbed my arm and squeezed. I stubbornly looked up and met his eyes. His gaze was complicated—both proud and pitying.

I, Kaylee, never needed anyone's pity, especially from men I had been with. I tried to pull away, but he held on tighter.

Suddenly, our store manager burst in, yelling, "I've been looking for you! Are you being lazy? Private room 456 wants fruit. Didn't you hear?"

For an instant, Levi let go of my hand.

"I'm sorry. I am doing the laundry," I explained. "But don't worry. I'll bring it right away."

The manager did not look joyous and even looked disgusted.

"I don't care. You better hurry and go. You're always procrastinating and the customers have repeatedly complained to you!"

"I'm sorry," I said.

Once the manager turned and left, I took a deep sigh. And as I turned around to see Levi saying, "Sir, can you wait for a moment? I have something to deal with this time."

"No," he replied coldly, "I don't want to waste time, so do it."

I pursed my lips and was at a loss for words.

I know he had a bad temper and I knew that.

Before his father had an accident, I sent him flowers and he threw them away.

I gave him a watch and he gave it to someone else.

I confessed my love to him with LED lights for the whole city to see and he called me crazy.

But in the end, that confident and arrogant man knelt before me and wanted to be with me.

However, it was already different. I was unsure what to do and I knew I would lose my job.

I was once hungry, especially now that I did not feel my parents' love.

Out of the blue, Levi handed me a business card. He said, "Anyway, you can bring it to my house."

I took the business card and read what was written on it.

'Levi Morrison, CEO of Morrison Financial Company.'

I kept it inside my pocket and said, "Okay. I will do so after I wash and iron it; someone from the company should deliver it to you. Do not worry about it."

I did not want to build connections with him anymore. As much as possible, I would cut ties with him as soon as possible.

I turned to leave, but he grabbed my shoulder.

His presence felt heavy. He said in a cold, firm voice, "I meant you deliver it."

I turned and looked at his calm face, about to say something. However, he looked at me straight into my eyes and didn't let me say anything.

"You don't want your salary to be deducted?"