Such clanging eyes, which he had just seen from Gwen, he didn’t expect to see it again from this woman.
Obviously it was the same eyes, but there was a difference in detail. There was an urgency in Gwen’s eyes that he couldn’t read, while the woman in front of him was truly crystal clear.
So clear that a sudden surge of heartache came over him.
Jerome’s eyes got icy when he noticed the difference in his own eyes. Then he avert his eyes without a trace, picked up a file and flipped through it, as if looked for mistakes.
Camille was confident that she hadn’t mishandled the documents this time, and calmly watched him check them. After a few moments, she couldn’t help but speak up, “By the way Jerome, when did you get back? Are you all right?”
Camille’s face got stiff, but she quickly reacted. She held back her feelings in her heart, barely raised a smile, “Okay president, are you all right with your body ……”
"Enough!" Jerome interrupted her impatiently, and picked up the papers on the table, "Tell all the senior management that we will have a meeting in the conference room in ten minutes."
"OK!" Camille felt lost and replied in a low voice
She just wanted to care about his body and he wouldn't even give her a chance.
It seems that becoming a real couple was really something she had overthought.
Jerome walked towards the door with his slender legs, took a few steps and then suddenly stopped, "In the future, whether in the company or at home, don't turn the temperature of the air conditioner so low."
"Are you concerned about me?" Camille twisted her fingers and looked at him expectantly.
Jerome lowered his eyelids. The hair in front of his forehead fell down, which shrouded half of his face in shadow, so that people could not see the expression.
"You can think so if you want to, but in any case, you'd better not get sick during these two months!"
Once she became ill, the cells in her bone marrow would become less active and Gwen's surgery would likely fail.
He would never allow this to happen!
"Why in these two months?" Camille asked, cocking her head in uncertainty.
Although she was happy to get his concern, she also was not stupid. She naturally could hear the strange thing in his words.
“Nothing, you just need to remember what i was said.” Jerome pursed his thin lips, and his eyes became icier. Before he left, he added, “plus, don’t look at my eyes when you are talking to me in the future. I don’t like it!”
It was because her eyes were so clear that he was never able to make the request for her to agree to donate her bone marrow.
Camille closed the office door gently and leaned her back against the door for a moment. Then she was unable to stop smiling again.
He was caring for her, and although she didn't know how genuine the concern was, she still was happy!
Camille patted her cheek, went back to her desk, picked up the remote control, turned up the temperature of the air conditioning. Then she pulled out a piece of white paper, lied on the desk and began to write a written self-criticism.
There was a knock on the office door when she finished half of it.
"Come in!" Camille stopped writing and looked at the door.
Maggie opened the door and came in, smiled, "Did you miss me?"
"What are you doing here?" Camille got up in surprise and went to the water fountain to get a glass of water for her.
"I came up to see you after I got my work done." Maggie took a sip of water, "By the way, I helped those people ask you some questions."
"Those people?"
"It was that group of nymphomaniacs who insisted on asking me to come up and ask you why the president came to the office at noon." Maggie skimmed her lips and her tone was indignant.
Camille instantly tensed up, "Did they bully you?"
Since she became Jerome's secretary, not only did the three secretaries ostracize her, but her former colleagues in the same department were also jealous of her, both explicitly and implicitly.
Since she had moved to the top floor, they couldn't do anything to her, but they would certainly bully Maggie.
"They didn’t do that." Maggie waved her hand carelessly, "the department changed the new minister, they now do not dare to mess with me, at most say some bad words, but I also have been giving it back to them, you do not have to worry."
"Okay." Camille slapped her chest, relieved.
"Huh?" Maggie's eyes were drawn to the paper on her desk, "What are you writing?"
"It's nothing." Camille hurriedly put her hands over the paper with the look of the desire to cover up.
Maggie squinted her, “why do you try to hide it? There must be some secrets. Let me take a look.”
“No!” Camille shook her head.
Maggie didn’t care about so much, he snatched the paper on the table, “a written self-criticism?”
Camille touched her neck awkwardly.
“What is going on? Why would you had written a written self-criticism?”
"Here's the thing ......"
Anyway, it had been discovered, Camille did not intend to continue to hide, and told Maggie what happened.
Maggie looked at her with admiration and gave her a thumbs up, "You're amazing, you've only just become a secretary and you are trying to take a nap when you are working, and you even have been caught on the spot by the president. It is lucky for you that you haven’t been fired. You keep writing, I'll go down first."
Maggie was afraid that she would be caught if she stayed too long, and hurriedly shoved the written self-criticism into Camille's hand and left.
Camille sighed, smoothed out the wrinkles on the written self-criticism, picked up the pen and continued to finish it. When she was done with it, she checked it over and sent it to Jerome.
"President, I have finished my written self-criticism." Camille stood in front of the man's desk and presented the written self-criticism with both hands.
"Put it on the table." Jerome didn't look up at her either, approving the papers on his own.
Camille responded, and put the written self-criticism down, followed by taking a step back and pulling away to stare at him.
He did not wear a jacket but only a black shirt and a untied tie. He unbuttoned two buttons on his collar, and his sleeves were also rolled up, which revealing a small piece of bronze chest and two strong small arms. He was very attractive.
She couldn’t believe that such a perfect man who exude the smell of hormone had become her husband three years ago, until now she still feels a little unreal.
Camille's blazing gaze finally caught Jerome's attention. When he looked up, he saw a giggling face.
"What are you still standing here for?" A faint glint of disgust crossed Jerome's eyes.
It was been three years since she married with him, why was she still all tacky and unimproved?
Hearing Jerome's slightly impatient voice, Camille snapped back to her senses and quickly adjusted her expression, "Sorry, I'll get out right now.”
She turned and headed for the door.
"Wait!" The man behind her called out to her.
Camille turned her head around in confusion, "anything else? president?"
Jerome lowered his eyes and said in a light voice: "In a few days, you will go to the hospital with me again and have a full body checkup."
"A medical checkup?" She blinked in surprise, "But I was just in the hospital ......"
"Just listen to me!" Jerome sulked, and his voice increased.
He had to be sure of her physical condition so he could be sure she would be okay after she donated her bone marrow.
Camille knew he was getting unhappy. So she shrank her neck, dared not to say anything more, and hastily agreed, "I know."
Jerome's face eased for a moment, "I have got something to deal with this afternoon, you go back by yourself."
"Will you go back to the villa at night?"
Jerome frowned and didn't answer.
Camille thought he was not going to go back, and felt lost. But she tried her best to put on an appearance of nothing, "I'll go first."
"Yes!" Jerome gave a faint response.
In the afternoon, Camille was targeted by the secretarial team. They gave her a tall stack of accounts from the past few years and let her organize it.
Although she was angry, but in order to be fully familiar with the secretary's duties as soon as possible, she had to put up with this anger and took the job, and then worked until very late.
By the time she got back to the villa, it was already 9:00 pm.
The villa was so empty as if you can hear the sound of a pin dropping on the ground. and Hedy also couldn’t be found.
It wasn't until she saw the leave of absence note on the tea table in the living room that Camille remembered that Hedy had gone home.
"I've been so busy!" She scratched her hair and muttered, then rolled up her sleeves and went to the kitchen to get something to eat.
She didn't have the patience to make a nice dinner at night, and planned to cook a bowl of noodles at random.
As soon as Jerome stepped into the villa, he smelled the aroma coming from the kitchen, giving his stomach an instant hunger pangs.
Who was still cooking at this late hour?