Chloe didn’t get much sleep that night. Earlier that night she was thinking about what Liam had said to her at his door, and late that night she was thinking about what Christopher had said to her. What did he mean by kind of like her? Like her as a girlfriend? Or as a ordinary friend? Or it was just a joke? She felt like struck by lightning twice in a day. Maybe it was just a way of comforting her.

Early the next that morning, Chloe was still asleep. Christopher went into her room to check on her but didn’t wake her up. She was sleeping in the nude after all, waking her up would be awkward for both of them. Though she had everything should be covered covered, the half naked calf and her naked shoulder and arms had said it all. He shook his head and left the room, and wrote a note for her again and pined it on her door:

I think you should rest for another day. Remember to cook, I’ll be checking this afternoon. And, you really have no guard on, sleeping naked in the house of a man who is attracted in you without locking the door. Christopher

After she’d figured out the last line, Chloe remembered that she went back to her room like a ghost last night. It seemed, of course, that she had forgot to lock the door.

"God! He doesn’t think I’m a pervert right?" she sat on the ground, her face buried in her hands. How could I be so stupid?

It was just another unmemorable day.

She went to the supermarket for cooking stuff that afternoon, and remembering that note from Christopher, she really wanted to buried herself right now. Why would she forget to lock the door when she tried sleeping naked!

Just when she had put the last plate on the table, the doorbell rang. After a long day of hard work, Christopher entered. He took off his suit and hung upon the hanger. Hearing the clanging in the kitchen he smiled and strolled in.

Chloe put two knives and forks on the table and turned to look for cups.

"Three courses and a big bowl of soup, nice." Christopher sat down as he was complimenting. Chloe felt quite awkward at the thought of he finding her sleeping naked. She hung her head low and put a piece of bread in her mouth and dared not to speak.

"Chloe, you are a good cook." Christopher forked some bacon into his mouth, "delicious."

"My dad and mom are both good at cooking, I’ve learned it from them." Chloe was a little shy.

"oh, this morning..." Christopher paused here on purpose, which scared Chloe to death and almost dropped her fork. "I ask your manager to give you another day off."

Chloe gave sigh of relief, considering herself to be lucky to have got Mr.Cleveland, she was thinking about Liam all the time time and had totally forgot to ask for leaves from her manager, but something seemed not right here.

"Mr. Cleveland?" Chloe gaped at Christopher suddenly, looking all cute, "you went to my manager yourself?"

"Yeah." Christopher thought secretly, could she be any dumber, didn’t realized it till now. But maybe it is a good thing, she could take her mind off the breakup for the time being and start to deal with the gossip back in the company.

Chloe really forgot her sadness in that instance. Instead, she remembered her colleagues in her office like Danielle, Lucy etc. Even she did not share the same office with them now, but it was still bothering her!

The next day, Chloe intended to make it to the company ahead of everyone else so she could avoid running into her previous colleagues. It was a long way to the company so she had set five alarms. After she got up, Chloe rushed into the toilet, washed up,put on some makeup and tied her hair into a ponytail.

She was rushing down one flight of stairs when she heard the door of Christopher’s bedroom opened, and her ankle got in to a twist, "ouch!"

"What’s happening?"

Christopher hastened to run down to help her up and sit on the couch, took off her shoes and softly rubbed.

"Is it better now?" Christopher had just woke up, his voice was still hoarse, that special masculinity made her heart pound, maybe it was also because his hands were rubbing her foot.

"Yes, it is." Chloe felt her face was red with heat now and dared not to look at Christopher. He rested her foot on the couch after a couple of minutes of massaging.

"You can wait for me if you feel better, we can go to the company together."

Chloe watched Christopher walked away to the toilet when she found him still in his pajama.

He drove her to the company. Standing next to the car, her foot was still in pain. It was not that serious but the way she walked was kind of weird and funny.

So Christopher simply held her walking forward, and everyone was looking and watching. More desperate for her was that Christopher took her into his own elevator.

Yeah.

Great.

Rumors must be spreading all over the company.

Chloe peered at the man beside her, and Christopher felt her sight and turned back, they just stared at each other in the elevator. Chloe was frowning a bit and seemed very teasing, so Christopher picked up her chin and went closer.

"Bing!" the door of the elevator just opened, and Chloe only realized what was happening. God that was close!

Chloe sat on her seat. On the screen, some statements were sent to her. There seemes to be much less work to do than usually are, maybe the manager is being thoughtful considering my absence from work for two days?

And subsequently, messages came flooding in, all of which were asking her about her and Christopher. She ignored all of it and played dumb.

However, Facebook and Twitter were already in discussion. Someone uploaded photos of her and Christopher entering the company and walking into THE elevator together. Someone remembered that Christopher bought her dress and shoes and they went to the auction together. Afterwards, Chloe didn’t come to the company for the next two days. This morning when she arrived, she was obviously walking in a weird way, and was escorted by Christopher into the elevator. She might become the future Mrs. Cleveland very soon!

Rumors got their legs in the company. Chloe read the posts and tweets and started to admire how these colleagues could use their imagination, shame they were not fiction writers.

Chloe scrolled down and read something very!

Grand-melon:

Would you just look at the way Chloe walks? Mr.Cleveland is good!