Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 115: Summer Lowell Doesn’t Want to Accept Justin Huxley
"As long as you know I’ve put effort into this, I hope you can understand my intentions."
Justin Huxley opened with a very roundabout statement.
Summer Lowell sensitively sensed that the atmosphere between them was somewhat off. She forced a couple of laughs to break the awkward atmosphere: "I can’t talk to you now, Justin, my assistant is urging me to get to a meeting, let’s chat later."
"Alright, you go ahead with your work first. If you’re not too busy, I’ll treat you to a meal." Justin Huxley didn’t hang up but instead opened a list prepared by his secretary. "I got a particularly good guide from a colleague. You’ve been in Stellarion for so long, and I bet you haven’t had time to explore the city’s charm, right? This guide I have is really useful, and we can go out and have some fun later."
Not knowing what he was up to, and not wanting to develop any special relationship with him, Summer Lowell could only smile awkwardly: "Sure, but only if I’m not busy with work. If I’m really swamped, then you might have to find someone else."
"No problem, I just enjoy going out with you. If you’re busy, I can wait until you have some free time."
Justin Huxley’s words sounded increasingly out of place.
Summer Lowell didn’t dare to think too much, pretended to be busy with work, and hurriedly hung up the phone.
After the call ended, Assistant Fletcher, who came in to deliver something, noticed her uneasy expression and casually asked, "Director Lowell, you look strange, are you feeling unwell?"
"No," Summer Lowell gently patted her cheeks with both hands and then looked up at what Assistant Fletcher had placed in front of her, "Is this the new design draft?"
"Yes, this is the design draft Moon sent for you, saying it’s just her current idea and asking you to check if there are any areas that need modification. She’ll revise according to your requirements."
Assistant Fletcher glanced around, then picked up the draft delivered yesterday from the desk, "Is this one completed? Should I take it back to them?"
Summer Lowell took a look and nodded: "Yes, I’ve finished reviewing that one. The areas needing changes are noted on sticky notes inside. You can distribute it to the individuals based on the names on the document."
"Okay, I’ll return these documents to them." With that, Assistant Fletcher turned and left the office.
Behind her desk, Summer Lowell absentmindedly flipped through the files, staring at the jewelry design sketches, lost in thought.
What exactly was Justin Huxley’s intention today?
She had known Justin Huxley for so many years, and this was the first time she heard him speak in such an imagination-provoking tone.
Could it really be as she had anticipated?
Summer Lowell suddenly felt a bit at a loss.
If this had happened three or four years ago, perhaps she would have been thrilled, after all, Justin Huxley was the most heartening man of her student days.
But the Summer Lowell of today was no longer the confused and helpless girl she once was.
Her once fervent feelings for Justin Huxley had long been worn away by life’s trivialities.
Moreover, she still hadn’t completely escaped the effects of Maxim Sinclair.
Summer Lowell placed a hand over her left chest, and after a long while, gave a bitter smile: "As expected, there’s not a single flutter of emotion, I even think it’s a hassle. Justin, had you done this sooner, perhaps we’d have a different story."
After sighing, Summer Lowell patted her forehead, composed herself, and continued with her work.
She thought Justin Huxley probably just had a momentary lapse, so she decided to pretend she hadn’t guessed his intentions.
Besides, when he had just returned to the country, he mentioned that he came back to pursue a girl.
So today’s behavior must have been her own overthinking.
Convincing herself, Summer Lowell chuckled in relief: "It’s a good thing I didn’t say anything presumptuous in front of Justin, otherwise it would’ve been too embarrassing."
In the past couple of days, Stellart Headquarters had assigned several new jewelry projects to the Stellarion Branch.
Summer Lowell anticipated having to work overtime in the future, so with the intention of not overworking herself, she sped up the progress of unfinished projects.
Planning to get everything sorted out before the new projects began.
She stayed busy until nightfall.
Assistant Fletcher, who returned from upstairs, organized the files in the cabinet.
Then pushed open the door to Summer Lowell’s office and gently tapped his watch: "Director Lowell, it’s been over an hour since we finished work, shouldn’t you head home?"
Summer Lowell looked up from her documents, rubbing her tired eyes: "Is it that late already?"
It was clear she had lost track of time while busy with work, and Assistant Fletcher shook his head helplessly, coming over to help her tidy up the desk: "Yes, it’s quite late. There are still three people from the design department working overtime, and you’re one of them."
"Aren’t you one of those three as well?" Summer Lowell laughed and, stretching her aching neck, walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window: "It really isn’t early. The neon lights on the building across the street are already lit."
"Director Lowell, are you going home now, or are you continuing to work overtime? If you’re staying, should I order some food for you?"
"Are you working overtime too?" Summer Lowell turned, puzzled at Assistant Fletcher, "It seems like you still have work left to do?"
"I’m your assistant; how could I leave when you haven’t? Assistant Fletcher handed her a cup of warm water, "You’ve already had too much coffee today, so I’ll skip it. Drink some plain water to soothe your throat, it’s also good for your stomach."
Feeling quite thirsty, Summer Lowell took the cup, raising her head to drink it all in one go: "No more overtime, the restaurant across the street is good, and I’ve had my eye on it for a while. Pack up and come with me; I’ll treat you to dinner, to reward this assistant who gets worn out every day because of me."
"Director Lowell, you’re too kind. But I’ve also had my eye on this restaurant for a long time, and because the items are too expensive, I’ve never dared to go." Assistant Fletcher laughed, embarrassed, as he went to the side to fetch Summer Lowell’s coat, "With the place not too crowded yet, shall we go now?"
Summer Lowell and Assistant Fletcher had just reached downstairs and were about to cross the street when Assistant Fletcher suddenly stopped her: "Director Lowell, it looks like someone’s waving at you over there."
Summer Lowell followed the direction of his hand to see across the street, her smile briefly freezing, and she reluctantly followed the crowd to the other side, greeting Justin Huxley who approached: "Justin, what a coincidence, are you here for dinner too?"
"Not really that much of a coincidence," Justin Huxley smiled faintly, "I came here for some business in the afternoon and haven’t left since, lingering till this time, hoping to bump into you. It seems my luck isn’t bad, I did run into you."
