Chapter 110: Don't Be Mad at Me

"Are you absolutely sure?" Maggie pressed.

"Absolutely sure," Alex affirmed earnestly.

Mr. Harris was genuinely ignoring her. Despite Maggie's numerous calls, he hadn't answered once. This was unheard of, especially considering their long history.

Well, perhaps not entirely unheard of. But it felt like ages since it had happened, reminiscent of the days when Mr. Harris would purposefully ignore her.

"Okay, hold on a sec," Maggie replied calmly, flipping through a magazine with a faint rustle of pages.

Alex listened intently, not quite understanding.

"Ms. Adam?"

"It's nothing. I'm just making a note to remember how and when Mr. Solace offended me, in case I forget later," Maggie said unhurriedly.

Alex was speechless.

"My god! Mr. Harris is truly not here; please spare me."

Today, Alex truly understood that one shouldn't mess with a woman—especially a woman who's her boss's favorite.

"Alex, darling. Did you know I've admired you for a long time? Actually, when I got together with Nathael, it was initially because I was attracted to you. You have no idea, but the moment I see you, all I can see is you," Maggie said in a mockingly sweet tone, frightening Alex.

"Ms. Adam! Mr. Harris isn't on the twenty-seventh floor!" Alex surrendered.

Maggie smirked triumphantly, grabbed her lunchbox, and departed.

The receptionist refused to let her go up. The meticulously made-up receptionist gave her a once-over and said sarcastically, "Many people want to see Mr. Harris. You can't go up without an appointment." Maggie laughed, her gaze turning cold.

She patted her flat belly and said slowly, "Tell Alex if he doesn't let me up, and if he makes me lose this child, he'll bear the consequences."

The receptionist looked surprised. She briefly examined Maggie's belly and asked, "Whose baby? Mr. Solace's?"

Alex, rushing to the lobby, overheard. He was speechless. Maggie was clearly here to mess with him.

With a sly grin, Maggie said, "It's Nathael's."

The receptionist's jaw dropped. Alex hastily pulled Maggie aside, pleading, "Please, don't tell my boss I let you in!" "Got it. I snuck in through the window," Maggie quipped.

Alex was on the brink of tears.

A few minutes later, outside Nathael's office, Maggie felt nervous. Until now, she had been unwavering, but her momentum waned. She realized she'd only been to Nathael's office a couple of times to ask him for favors for the Camerons. This was different.

Knock, knock, knock

Nathael's voice resonated, "Come in."

Maggie entered and found Nathael working, clad in a custom-made white shirt and black trousers. He couldn't truly turn her away.

With an appeasing smile, Maggie sat across from him and slid a vibrant red flower onto his desk, on top of his document.

"I brought this for you; please don't be mad," Maggie ventured cautiously.

Nathael moved the rose aside and continued working, his attitude indifferent.

Undeterred, Maggie pouted. "I made dinner. Won't you join me?"

Nathael replied indifferently, "I've already eaten, Ms. Adam. You're free to do as you wish."

His coldness irked Maggie. She clenched her teeth. Did he do all this because I didn't leave with him that day? she thought. What got into him?

Maggie stood, circled to his side, and put her face between him and his paperwork. Ignoring the awkward position, she batted her eyes and asked, "Is the document more interesting than me?"

Her scent wafted over him. Nathael's Adam's apple bobbed. His restraint vanished momentarily.

His gaze was deep. He said slowly, "I can make money with the documents; what can you offer?"

Maggie shrugged off his arm, perched on his lap, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I can bring you joy!"

Nathael laughed. He sneered, "Overconfidence isn't always good. Get down!"

He had never wanted her to choose him over Ericko or Joseph; he knew he wouldn't be chosen. But her abandonment had hurt deeply.

Maggie touched his throat gently. "Won't you eat? I spent a long time preparing it."

Nathael tensed, gripping her wrist. "Maggie, don't push your luck!"

Maggie wasn't upset. She fiddled with his shirt collar. "I've always pushed my luck, didn't you know? Can't you stop being mad at me? I promise to leave with you next time."

She wore a light blue sweater and stone-washed jeans, her long, curly hair cascading down.

"Did you mean what you said?" Nathael held her hand, his voice soft, his eyes reddening. The night before, she had expressed affection; then, she'd abandoned him.

Maggie stared at him. His eyes betrayed the turmoil within.