Your Love, Now a Memory

I declined Charles's invitation to have a meal together and planned to go to the balcony to get some fresh air.

I heard Charles's voice as soon as I arrived at the door, sounding relaxed.

"Finally, I don't have to have meals with Norah today. You have no idea how gross I fell when facing that face every day."

"Mr. Graham, then how about having meals with me? You don't like it either?"

"No way. She has nothing to compare with you!"

After saying that, he wiped off the rice from the corner of her mouth.

"You are my friend."

So it turned out he felt impatient when having meals with me.

"Norah, there are still some matters at the company today. I'll come back a bit late. You can eat first."

At eight o'clock in the evening, Charles called me.

"Norah, have you eaten dinner?"

"Yeah."

"Go to sleep first tonight. You don't have to wait for me. There's something going on at the company."

Just as I was about to agree, I heard a woman's voice from the other end.

"Charles."

It was the voice from the balcony that day.

He explained anxiously, "Norah, don't misunderstand. That's my assistant."

I made a sound of agreement and hung up the phone.

Maybe afraid that I would misunderstand, he came back in less than an hour and brought me my favorite cake.