Love Me Harder, Mr. Fu - Chapter 183

“Why isn’t she picking up her damn phone?” Evelyn complains, her eyebrows pinched together as she dials Shi Lian’s number again. Still no reply.

Evelyn has called her almost twenty times since noon and she is still trying. She called her yesterday too but Shi Lian didn’t pick her call.

Frustrated, she throws her phone on the bed without caring where it lands. She wants to tell her best friend so much but the situation isn’t going according to her liking.

So much has happened in these past weeks. She is now getting accustomed to the work and surprisingly, she likes it. She thought business and all aren’t her things but she is surprisingly good at them.

Just as she is going to find some food downstairs, her phone buzzes. Thinking that it must be from Shi Lian, she instantly grabs her from the bed but when she looked at the screen, her smile fades.

She scowls, not understanding why the hell he is pestering her?

Junjie has been sending her messages since after the day he went for that meeting. He said sorry, several times but Evelyn do not find his intention sincere so she blocked him. For one week, it went peacefully with no messages from him but he again started messaging her with another number. He even tried calling her but she do not pick any of his calls. Why will she? That pervert has humiliated him in her own office.

Right, when Shi Lian told her that Zichen is the Chairman of Fu International, she immediately dialed his office number but it was his manager/ secretary who picked it every time. Zichen has not once returned her calls and it makes her angrier that the next meetings which are scheduled between the companies, she have to do it with Junjie as because he is the one who signed the papers with them and being the CEO he has that right.

Two messages from Junjie. She should ignore it but her inner curiosity is shameless. She wants to know what he wrote. She tapped on the notification and the text box appears.

I KNOW YOU ARE READING ALL MY TEXTS SO PLEASE IT’S MY HUMBLE REQUEST THAT YOU DON’T IGNORE THIS.

I KNOW SAYING SORRY IN HERE IS NOT SINCERE AT ALL SO I SINCERELY WANT TO APOLOGIZE AND MAKE THINGS RIGHT WITH YOU.

IF YOU DON’T MEET ME, I WOULD FEEL GUILTY FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. PLEASE, GIVE ME ONE CHANCE.

AFTER THE MEETING TOMORROW, WAIT FOR ME.

Her frown deepens as she reads the text as a whole. What is he trying to do? She can’t understand this guy at all. At once he is arrogant and now he is so sincere? Evelyn does not trust people that easily not to mention feel emotional about them.

Ninety-eight percent of her says she shouldn’t go and just ignore his text but that two percent, that fucking two percent wants to believe what he said. She wants to know his thoughts.

She lets out a frustrating groan and turns off her phone and lies in her bed, burying her face in the pillows.

Every time she thinks of him, she cannot help but blush. She hates she blushes. She hates when her cheeks heat up remembering how close he was to her. She hates her heart skips a beat thinking of his eyes boring into hers.

What should she do? Meeting him won’t kill anyone but that guy is not to be trusted. She fell into his trap once and that proved to her very well that he cannot be trusted.

“Whatever” she mutters and gets up from the bed, shaking her head to not think about him at all.

Pretending that she is so hungry, she goes to find some food and she will eat until her mind gets filled with the images of food.

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She breathes normally or more likely, tries to breathe normally. The meeting is in twenty minutes and she is getting nervous from now. Well, she is nervous since morning. She is nervous because she is going to see him again.

She was almost there to tell her mother that she is going to break the contract but she stopped when she got to know her Mom is so proud of her. She tried to get the proposal from them but couldn’t but Evelyn did it in no time. She couldn’t bring herself to say anything about what happened to her.

“Stop biting your nails. Eat cookies, if you want” Ruth comments and chuckles as she passes her the papers.

Evelyn stops biting her manicured nails and takes the paper from her. “Are you nervous?” Ruth asks.

“Maybe” Evelyn mumbles, checking the papers, flipping one after another.

“Don’t be. This time I’ll be there with you so that he won’t do anything nasty” she assures her, offering her a smile when she looks at her.

Evelyn smiles and sighs. “Thanks, Ruth.” That’s all she can manage to say. Telling her about the text will not be a good idea and knowing that she tells everything to her mother, it’s better not to say anything.

“Check this one” Evelyn points to the second set of paper in her hand. “There are some mistakes here. Tell whoever did this, do it once again.”

Evelyn is shaping up more and more like a real boss, more like her mother. Ruth smiles seeing that Evelyn is doing her work with no fuss.

~ Fifteen minutes later ~

“Oh, God! Oh God!” she mutters, pressing both her hands together so that the tingling sensation that she is having in her fingertips will stop but it doesn’t.

Her stomach is knots and her heart cannot be at rest knowing what is next.

At that moment, Ruth cranes her head inside the office and informs her, “It’s time. He has come.” And then she leaves.

She exhales trying to steady herself. Why the hell is she so nervous? Evelyn isn’t the girl who gets nervous every time a situation is thrown at her. Even in the case of boys, she is usually the one to take the first step.

She finally makes her mind to exit from the office. She walks, trying her best to ignore the nervy feeling, and taking the elevator, she goes straight to the meeting room.

Even her knees start to shake a bit now that she is only a few distances from the room, from meeting him.

Buckle up, Evelyn! She tells herself and reaching for the doorknob, she pushes the door and enters inside.

Whatever she told herself earlier, it all went in vain when she sees him sitting on the couch looking undeniably handsome. She curses herself for drooling over him even after he humiliated her.

He looks at her and both their eyes meet. Evelyn feels as if everything has just stopped around them. She can feel the magnetic pull radiating from him. She doesn’t want to yet she wants to be pulled by him.

Breaking the eye contact, she clears her throat and walks forward where he and Ruth are seated. She is glad Ruth is here. Alone, she can’t help feeling that her heart is in danger.

“Mr. Song. Morning” she says in a clipped tone, ignoring his handshake.

He seems to mind it but says nothing. “It’s pleasure to see you, Miss Leng,” he says, smiling at her.

Finding it awkward, she gestures to him to take his seat and she sits, opposite facing her.

She cannot look at him, if she does, she might not control her rapidly beating heart. She is fully aware of his eyes on her and her cheeks get heat up and she keeps herself contained, looking as casual as she can.

Ruth finds that something between is odd which she can assume because of their past meetings. Since no one of them is saying anything, she takes the initiative to start the discussion. “Mr. Song, we heard that your company is going to launch a new collection based on Greek Mythology?”

Junjie turns her attention to the chubby woman with rosy cheeks and bright almond eyes. “Yes,” he says, “Nowadays, the traditional Greek dresses are in trend so we came up with this idea that why not represent it globally?” He glances at Evelyn but she is looking at him. It itches him that she is still so pissed at him but he is glad that he got to see her again.

“Evelyn” he calls her name and the hair on her skin rises. Her name on his lips sounds hot and when she meets his eyes again, she sucks in a breath. It’s the first time he has called her with her name and God help her she likes it when he said that. She wants to slap herself for thinking that.

She curls her fingers into a fist to stop her heart from beating so fast. “What is your opinion about the collection?” he asks.