Sophia began by giving Charlize a thoughtful suggestion. “You should make Spencer draw a clear line between him and you.”

“I don't quite get it, Ms. Yarrow.” Charlize was a little puzzled.

“Simply put, him being demanding of you at work is normal behavior between a superior and his subordinate, but him asking you out to play badminton is a social interaction only friends do. Spencer is your superior, so technically, there is nothing wrong with him maintaining a professional relationship with you during working hours, then being friends with you after work.”

There, Sophia stopped and glanced at Charlize. When she saw the latter's bemused expression, she chuckled and rephrased herself more simply. “If you want to be more than friends with him, you should ensure that both of you remain just as friends for now. In other words, you should make him think for himself about whether he wants to be your friend or boyfriend.”

Even then, Charlize could not understand her. “Ms. Yarrow, I'm still not following,” the younger woman uttered sheepishly.

“If you don't get it, just do as I say.”

Although Sophia's statement was over Charlize's head, following explicit instructions was not an issue for her, so she nodded readily upon hearing the other woman's suggestion. “No problem. What am I supposed to do then, Ms. Yarrow?”

“Don't accept his invitation the next time he asks you to play badminton with him.”

“Why?”

“Because an employee has no obligation to play badminton with their higher-ups,” Sophia explained, smiling at Charlize, who finally seemed to comprehend what she was conveying.

“You're so smart, Ms. Yarrow!” the latter exclaimed.

Seeing the innocent smile on Charlize's face, Sophia could not help but wonder if the girl would still like her the same in the future, for she knew that Spencer—for the very least—would despise her.

Whatever. A young man like him should just say how he feels instead of pulling tricks to confuse Charlize. It peeves me.

The two women left the restaurant after they were done with dinner. Sophia was about to ask Charlize if she needed a ride home when the latter suddenly fell silent.


Intrigued, Sophia arched her brows and followed Charlize's gaze. A man with narrowly long, upturned eyes and chiseled features came into view. Clad in a neatly-ironed suit with a pair of thin temple glasses resting on his tall nose bridge, the man looked somewhat cold.

Sophia retracted her gaze after taking a mere glance at him. Wearing a smile on her face, she looked at the younger woman beside her and asked, “Is he your boss?”

Charlize seemed to have returned to her senses by then. “Yes. It's him,” she replied, nodding.

Sophia harrumphed, her gaze falling back on the man not far away. “Let's go say hello to him.”

“I don't think there's a need for that, Ms. Yarrow.” Charlize eyed Spencer, becoming inexplicably timid all of a sudden.

“He's your superior. You should at least greet him.”

While speaking, Sophia tugged Charlize over until they came right in front of Spencer.

“What a coincidence, Mr. Lacroix,” Charlize uttered with difficulty.

The man nodded in response and glimpsed at Sophia before fixing his gaze on Charlize. “Did you just have dinner with your friend?”

His tone was indifferent as if he was merely asking a casual question.

The truth was that Charlize had left work earlier with the excuse that she was not feeling well so that she could dine with Sophia. Alas, it so happened that she ran into Spencer right after their dinner. Met with Spencer's unemotional gaze, she became even more anxious.

While she liked that man, she was equally afraid of him.

After all, Spencer was known to be a strict boss and had previously scolded Charlize so severely that she was brought to tears.

Of course, she only ever shed tears in secret.

Finding crying to be an embarrassing behavior, she would never dare to bawl in the open.

“Y-Yes.”

Charlize nodded frantically as she pulled Sophia's arm. “Mr. Lacroix, Ms. Yarrow and I still have other engagements, so we'll take our leave first.”

With that, Charlize left with Sophia.

The moment the latter turned around to leave, she voiced unhurriedly, “Charlize, do you like that guy we met last time?”

Charlize nodded unattentively as she did not hear Sophia clearly, but Spencer interpreted her nod as an agreement to the question.

As Sophia watched Charlize incline her head, she could not help but look over her shoulder. When her gaze landed on the man's gloomy face, a chuckle escaped her lips.

Tch. Are you finally getting anxious now? I suppose you weren't desperate when you pulled all those tricks back then.

Sophia figured out Spencer's intentions when Charlize told her the man had asked her to help him buy a necktie.

I've always regarded Charlize as my younger sister, yet Spencer watches Charlize center around him like a fool, even though he clearly knows that she likes him. He may be pleased about it, but I'm vexed. This time, I'm just giving him a taste of his own medicine.
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