Chapter 308
\nMy Sweetheart novel Chapter 308<\/p>\n
City N, Joseph Group<\/p>\n
Julian was so angry he pushed open the door to the president\u2019s office and demanded, \u201cWhy did you cut my program?\u201d<\/p>\n
Joseph furrowed his brow, lifted his gaze, and said sharply, \u201cI said as much in the meeting. The budget is not enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe budget isn\u2019t enough, or you just don\u2019t want to let me to take charge of this project?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think I need to do that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf the budget isn\u2019t enough, I can transfer funds from overseas investment.\u201d<\/p>\n
Evenly Joseph replied, \u201cOnly Grandfather can do that. You\u2019d need his permission.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll make him agree!\u201d<\/p>\n
Joseph smiled coldly.<\/p>\n
After Julian left, John came in. Lately the boss had him keeping track of Kathy\u2019s comings and goings, but after leaving the Booth home, there\u2019d been no trace of her. \u201cSir,\u201d he reported, \u201cwe\u2019re unable to ascertain Miss Kathy\u2019s whereabouts.\u201d<\/p>\n
Joseph furrowed his brow, took out his phone, and dialed that familiar number, only to hear, \u201cThe number you have dialed is not in service.\u201d<\/p>\n
Joseph gripped his phone tightly, his face equally tight. The people Kathy had come into contact with in B Country weren\u2019t so many. \u201cCheck out Bertie Marshall and Billy Hilton.\u201d<\/p>\n
John did as instructed, returning later to report, \u201cSir, Billy returned to City N yesterday, and has been at home ever since. Whereas Bertie is at his family home, and there\u2019s not yet any sign of this missus.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKeep an eye on him, and book me a ticket to B Country.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2026<\/p>\n
Come morning, Kathy had barely slept a wink, only stared at the ceiling. Bertie had personally made her breakfast, but she\u2019d had no appetite, had hardly eaten. \u201cWhen we go out you\u2019ll need your strength,\u201d he admonished, \u201cwhat if you feel faint because you don\u2019t eat? Will you want me to carry you back?\u201d<\/p>\n
She furrowed her brow. \u201cI\u2019m not going out.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you want your SIM card back sooner rather than later, you\u2019ll go out with me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Kathy grimaced and picked up her spoon. \u201cI hope you\u2019re true to your word, Mr. Marshall.\u201d<\/p>\n
After breakfast, Bertie took Kathy up to Country B\u2019s highest mountain. He was hoping that some fresh air would help her relax. But her expression remained as tight as ever. The mountain had two paths: one for cable cars, and one for pedestrians.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you climb?\u201d he asked her.<\/p>\n
She shook her head. \u201cLet\u2019s do the cable car.\u201d She just wanted to get back as soon as possible. If they actually climbed the damn mountain, they\u2019d be there all day. And she didn\u2019t feel like it, anyway.<\/p>\n
Bertie had nothing to say to that, so they took a cable car. Kathy was silent the entire ride, but seeing the ground fall farther and farther away, she couldn\u2019t help but be afraid. She balled her hands into fists, her complexion pale. Eyes closed, her heart beating fast, even her body began to shake.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you tell me you\u2019re afraid of heights?\u201d Bertie accused, wanting to hold her.<\/p>\n
But before he could, she opened her eyes and said, \u201cWhen we get back, you\u2019ll give me my SIM card?\u201d<\/p>\n
She was still thinking of that! He was incensed, yet facing her, he restrained his temper. \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled. \u201cExcellent.\u201d Looking down, she held on tight, trying to relax.<\/p>\n
His voice became even colder. \u201cDo you still like Joseph?\u201d<\/p>\n
Kathy lifted her gaze. Her complexion changed at the sound of that name. Even just hearing it, her heart yearned.<\/p>\n
Bertie saw as much on her face, and knew in that moment. The atmosphere between them grew incredibly tense. They went back down the mountain single-file, with Kathy in front. Gradually, the sky began to change, cloud cover forming. It would take at least two more hours to get down the mountain.<\/p>\n
Kathy began walking faster, with Bertie following, saying, \u201cSlow down, we\u2019ll find somewhere to dodge the rain.\u201d But Kathy did not want to stop, she wanted to go back. The rain began falling thick and fast. They had no umbrella, and would soon be soaked.<\/p>\n
Kathy wanted to scream in frustration. Ahead was a pavilion. Bertie led her there to avoid the rain, but she said, \u201cBertie, I want to get off the mountain.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ll get sick before you do,\u201d he retorted. Both of them were dripping wet already, to get any wetter would surely risk sickness.<\/p>\n
Kathy grimaced, bit her lip, moved away from him. It was already four in the afternoon. If they waited any longer, soon it would be too dark to descend. Suddenly, a jacket was around her shoulders. Bertie\u2019s. She went to remove it, but Bertie stayed her hand, said, \u201cI\u2019m not cold.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not either.\u201d But as soon as she said it, she sneezed.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you get sick, you\u2019ll have to stay longer at my house.\u201d Kathy hadn\u2019t much to say to that. Apparently he loved threats. She turned her head with a huff.<\/p>\n
Bertie pursed his lips and looked up at the sky. He hoped it would rain longer, so his time alone with her would be greater. But soon enough, the skies cleared. The rain had come and gone quickly. Kathy returned his jacket to him and left the pavilion.<\/p>\n
Bertie followed behind her. Suddenly, Kathy slipped, nearly falling. He steadied her, and she couldn\u2019t avoid crashing into his chest. An unfamiliar scent filled her with protest, and the next thing she knew, she was pushing him away.<\/p>\n
Bertie furrowed his brow, helped steady her anyway. \u201cBe careful, let me hold your hand, okay?\u201d he pleaded with her. The steps were slippery, it was easy to fall.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll be careful.\u201d She struggled free of his arms, her expression cool.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-974","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/974","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=974"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}