Cheat With My Boyfriend Best Friend

Chapter 503 A Mysterious Gift

Until I drove the car into Cinder's yard, I couldn't calm down my emotions very well. So when she saw me for the first time, she asked, "What happened, Olive? Did you get fired by your boss shortly after starting work?"

Oh... It seems that the impact caused by Vincent's recent entanglement 1s no less than being unemployed for me

I lifted a glass of ice water from the table and drank it all, not knowing if my expression at that moment could be described as a grimace

"Don't mention it, Vincent came to the company downstairs today, insisting on apologizing to me for what happened back then. I have to say, they

are really a perfect match, both crazy like lunatics."

"Apologize? Is that a word that can come out of Vincent's mouth?" Cinder paused for a moment upon hearing this, then burst into laughter and reached out to comfort me by patting my back

"It's okay, Olive. Everyone encounters some crazy people in their lives, but you just happened to encounter a bunch of them

Fortunately, he only knows your company address and didn't cause any trouble at home."

I nodded, and in fact, I was glad about it

Vincent probably learned from the advertisement released by Meiling company that I worked there, and he certainly knew that his wife also worked for the same company, so he avoided everyone and waited for me in the underground parking lot after work

The more he behaved sneakily, the more certain I became that such things would not happen frequently

So even though Aaron is currently unaware of this matter, I have no intention of telling him

The peaceful happiness between us was hard-won. If Vincent could really do as he said, apologize and then disappear, I don't think it's necessary for Aaron to know about these things and needlessly affect his mood

But the fact is, I underestimated the shamelessness of Vincent

Life is often contrary to one's wishes. When you don't want something to be blown out of proportion, it tends to become increasingly uncontrollable

The next day when I went to work, July, who had arrived at the company early, called me with a mysterious look on her face and said, "Ms

Woods! I have put your gift on your desk for you."

I was puzzled, but July quickly disappeared into the pantry after she finished speaking. It was only when I entered the office that I understood why she had expressed the matter in that tone

Because on my desk was a bunch of huge purple hyacinths, with a card in the middle saying, "Please accept my apologies."

"Did Mrs. Woods argue with Mr. Morris? It is really not easy to find purple hyacinths this

season. Are you really not considering forgiving him?"

July didn't know when she stood behind me,

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Yes, although I did not take my husband's last name after marriage, my marriage with Aaron was completely open. Being a well-known figure in the industry, he inevitably attracted attention within my social circle

So the bouquet, along with that ambiguous apology, naturally made me feel like it should have been given to me by Aaron

But in fact, I could tell at a glance that the handwriting didn't belong to Aaron at all

Although I am reluctant to admit it, there are still some things about Vincent that remain in my memory, such as his handwriting habits

His handwriting is different from Aaron's bold

and powerful strokes. The strokes of his characters are delicate and excessively graceful, often using a very classical style, which is very distinctive

And so, when I saw July's gaze fall upon that card, I instinctively reached out and tore it off, throwing it into the shredder, and then used a work document to block July from coming in

But what I didn't expect was that this bouquet of hyacinths was just the beginning

The next day, the following day, my desk was constantly filled with various gifts, from pendants to watches, each one more valuable than the last, and all accompanied by a card filled with apologies

I still threw those cards into the shredder, and as for the gifts, [returned them all back to the

addresses they were sent from

But this matter was still spread among colleagues, although most of them just sighed at how patient Mr. Morris was. A few familiar colleagues came over to advise me that quarrels between spouses were not a big deal and that we should make up when the time was right

I didn't explain much, but I politely smiled and agreed, as everyone seemed to be suggesting in a very friendly manner

But as I passed by the office area of the technology department, I inevitably encountered Emily's astonishing glare: "So you only bring gifts when you're fighting, it seems that Mr

Morris doesn't really care about her either

Unlike my husband, who surprises me almost every day."