On the Day of My First Boyfriend’s Wedding, I Got Red-eyed

It was a month later when I saw Emery again.

I accompanied my boss to visit Professor Sullivan, a leading figure in the industry. Our design project needed their professional guidance.

Emery was Professor Sullivan's best student. So Professor Sullivan sent him to assist us with the project.

"Mr. Lee, I'm really looking forward to working with you."

"Me too. Mr. Wood, you are such a young and talented young man!"

The cooperation was quickly negotiated, and I didn't have a chance to speak throughout the process. I had been trying my best to hide my presence.

Until Emery asked, "Mr. Lee, is she your secretary?"

"Hmm? Pearl? Oh yes. Pearl, come over. This is Mr. Wood."

"Hello, Mr. Wood." I tried to maintain a polite smile and extended my hand.

Emery just glanced at my hand and did not shake it. He calmly said, "Mr. Lee, I won't keep you any longer. Let Miss Quinn handle this project with me..."

Nate, my boss was obviously stunned, but quickly reacted, "Okay, no problem. Mr. Wood, feel free to tell Pearl if you need anything."

I was a little confused. What did Emery mean? I didn't know.

I stared at his sharp face, trying to see something, but found nothing.

He was very good at hiding his emotions, just like before.

At that time, I thought he loved me, but in the end, it was just my one-man show.

Just returned to the company with my boss, I received a message from Emery, [Bring the materials to my office at 8 o'clock tonight.]