To Color Your Life - Chapter 55

“You won’t catch me!” at that moment, with a cheerful squeal, a curly-haired little girl with two giant bows crashed into Emily’s legs. “Oh!” the girl did not keep her balance and flopped down on her bottom.

“Are you okay?” Hayes immediately bent down and lifted the girl. A pair of gray eyes stared back at her. As gray as Justin Evans’s eyes. Realizing this fact stabbed in Emily’s chest. She recoiled from the girl, feeling like dirt that could stain an innocent child.

“God, I asked you not to run. It’s a hard floor!” Evans’ wife ran up to the girl and began to straighten her clothes. “Sorry, Miss. My daughter is so fidgety. You can hardly catch her. And with a huge belly like mine it is generally impossible to catch her!” Melissa laughed, holding her rounded belly with her other hand.

“N-not a big deal. It’s okay,” Emily forced a wry smile. Eyes suddenly began to pinch. The sleepless night is to blame.

Or the fact that the boss’s wife and daughter were very nice up close. They wore paired outfits. The baby was a small copy of her mother. Emily’s mom also loved to dress up like this, and all the girls in elementary school were jealous of Emily, what a beautiful mom she had and how similar they were.

Painful. It was so painful.

Why did Evans do this to them? If it was a marriage of convenience or a forced marriage, shouldn’t you be respectful of your partner?

Or maybe these are just her personal illusions? After all, yesterday, when she saw Justin, he looked genuinely happy.

Melissa Evans continued to explain to her daughter how to behave in public, while Emily was looking at them and standing rooted to the spot. Another would have gone about her business long ago, but she could not take her eyes off the one to whom the man belonged. The man who Emily had fallen in love with.

“Mom, I want to go to my dad!” the girl pulled the woman by the edge of her skirt, “When will we go to him?”

“Honey, Mom has one thing to finish. It won’t be long, then we’ll go up to his office, okay?” she stroked the baby’s head.

“But he said he’d be busy in the afternoon,” the girl pouted, “He promised that he would be with us when you get back from the trip.”

“Honey, dad was with us all day yesterday. Today we will take a walk together. In the evening, he will come home from work and tell you a story,” Melissa turned to Emily and glanced at her badge, “Oh, are you from Department 30? Miss… Hayes?” there was surprise in Melissa’s voice.

It seemed to Emily that the woman even somehow changed in her face. Does she really know something? God, Emily had never felt more shame in her life!

“Then you know Justin Evans for sure. Can you tell me what floor his office is on? I’m so rarely in this building that I can’t remember.”

“Ehm, of course, I know.” Emily answered the question. Melissa thanked her for the information and walked out of the building with her daughter by the hand.

Hayes stared at the closed doors for a couple of minutes, then turned around and almost ran on her way to the elevator. Her fists itched to meet one shameless muzzle.

She threw the door to Evans’ waiting room open without knocking.

The secretary was dumbfounded for a moment, and then jumped from her seat, blocking Emily, “Miss Hayes, what are you doing?!”

“Move away, Stephanie. I’m so angry right now that you better not bother me.” Emily pushed the skirt-wearing Cerberus (who looked like a frightened puppy to her today) and kicked the door to the boss’s office.

Oh yes, she never allowed herself such rudeness. That’s good that she decided to wear sneakers.

“Mr. Evans, I’m sorry! I tried to stop her, but Hayes didn’t listen!” Stephanie turned pale as if it was not her beloved boss who was sitting in front of her, but the head of the publishing house.

“Justin Evans, I assumed you had skeletons in your closet, but I didn’t think you’d be such an asshole!”

The boss stopped gazing at the documents and raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“What are you doing! Have you gone mad completely?!” the secretary hissed at Emily and tried to drag her back to the waiting room.

“It’s okay, Stephanie. You can go. Looks like Miss Hayes wants to tell me something,” the man leaned back in his chair and grinned. One got the impression that it was a show for him.

All right, Justin Evans, this is definitely not going to end peacefully. The indignant dragon Emily was already emitting puffs of flame.

“What? Why would you… Mr. Evans…,” Stephanie was suddenly confused.

And how hard it was to understand for her? The boss made it clear! Get lost! Be history already! Get out! We’ve got a battle (that is, a serious conversation) planned.

“You may go, Stephanie,” Evans ordered sternly. And Emily added an equally evil look.

The secretary went even grayer. What’s the matter with her? Hasn’t she ever seen somebody is going to arrange a scandal with her boss? No? Enjoy yourself in the front raw then! That gossip can then be spread throughout the publishing house.

Emily will make sure she has a story to tell.

On the other hand, then his wife will know for sure about it. For a moment, Emily’s conscience pricked her, but noticing the boss’s mocking look, her conscience shut up.

What a jerk!

“You heard it, Stephanie. Close the door behind you! And shut your pretty ears tight,” Emily smiled ominously, pushing the secretary out the door.

She closed the office door and turned around.

Evans rose gracefully from his seat (sexy bastard!) and walked around the table. His presence was so strong and so overwhelming that Emily’s knees weakened.

Damn hormones, physiology and a treacherous heart! How dare they confuse her when she has already made a decision?!

She knew from the start that this man was dangerous. She knew it, but only now realized how much she was trapped in his web. Silly butterfly.

One can break out of these nets only by breaking off the wings.

Evans leaned his back on the edge of his desk. His hands dug lazily into the pockets of his trousers. The man resembled a predator driving his prey into a corner and with irony watching the victim’s futile attempts to defend herself.

“And what do I owe you for such a spectacular appearance, Miss Hayes?”

Even his voice sounded different to Emily now, and the undisguised, mocking notes in his intonation infuriated her even more.

The inner dragon thirsted for revenge.

Emily grinned.

And he will get it.

The girl reached out to the office door and snapped it shut.