Chapter 189

To save time, Grace brought her half-knitted gloves and yarn to work, planning to knit during her afternoon break.

When Claire Watts saw the gloves, she asked curiously, “Are you knitting these for yourself? They seem a bit large.”

“Is it a gift?” Claire asked.

“Uh-huh,” Grace replied.

“It doesn’t look like your size. Is it for someone else?” Claire guessed.

Grace nodded.

“You haven’t gotten a boyfriend, have you?” Claire asked.

“No,” Grace quickly denied.

“If you don't have one, why are you knitting so diligently? You're even knitting during your break!” Claire clearly didn't believe her.

Grace didn't know what to say. She couldn't admit she was knitting for Jason and wanted to finish quickly. She imagined Claire would think she'd lost her mind if she did.

“Speaking of which, it’s a shame Chase Harper’s about to get his heart broken,” Claire said regretfully. “He’s not so bad. He owns a house and is honest. Marrying him would ensure a stable life.”

Indeed, marrying Chase Harper would have provided a stable future. However, a car accident that year changed everything. Grace hoped Chase would find someone who truly loved and cared for him.

“I heard Chase Harper wants to resign,” Claire continued. “I don’t know if it’s true. The Sanitation Service Center isn’t glamorous, but he has a permanent position—a rare thing to find.”

Grace froze. “Chase Harper wants to resign?”

“That’s what I heard,” Claire murmured. “A permanent position that others would kill for, and he wants to quit? It seems impossible.”

Grace felt confused. Was Chase’s resignation related to her? Was it because of something she said that night? Had she offended him by criticizing his lack of money? She’d only meant to discourage him from pursuing her, but if he was quitting his job…

Without further thought, Grace got up and went to the transportation fleet office to find him. She found him during a handover.

“Can we talk alone for a moment?” Grace asked.

Chase glanced at Grace, then spoke briefly to his colleague before turning back to her. “Alright. Let’s talk in my office.”

Chase had his own office at the Sanitation Service Center.

Grace followed him in. “You’re going to resign?” she asked directly.

Chase hesitated, then nervously scratched his head. “You know about this already? Yes, I’m planning to quit. I’ve submitted my resignation to the superintendent.”

“Is it because of what I said that night? You don’t have to worry about it. Your job is good, and you could even advance with more experience,” she said.