James and I were college classmates.

Our relationship started in our freshman year and now it was our seventh year.

Everyone said that even the best relationships couldn't last seven years, and I didn't believe it. Now it seemed that I had overestimated myself.

James was picky and had a good development in his career in recent years. So he became more and more arrogant.

His assistants rarely lasted more than three months, except for Fiona.

Fiona was a year younger than us. She had been James's assistant for a year.

No wonder James had never mentioned changing his assistant again, so this was the reason.

I suddenly feel tired. Since James entered the entertainment industry, I had been surrounding him all day like a nanny.

I had put almost all my thoughts and efforts into him. That was why I hadn't been promoted even after three years in this company.

Back in school, I used to be praised by teachers as the most talented student they had ever seen. But now, those who used to be inferior to me were all doing better than me.

What I had been desperately chasing after all these years had turned out to be a joke.

When James came back, I was sitting in the living room waiting for him.

When he saw me, a hint of weakness flashed across his face.

"Are you feeling better?"

He put down his coat, walked over and kissed me.

I felt a little nauseous, but still looked at him calmly.

"What were you doing last night?"

James froze, then smiled, "Didn't you not cook for me? I called some friends for some drinks."

I continued to ask, "Anything else?"

James shrugged and said, "Nothing else."

After saying that, he leaned over to hug me, but I avoided him.

"I'm going to make lunch."

In the next few days, I immersed myself in work and was very fulfilling.

James took the initiative to call me which was rare.

"Chole, are you angry with me?"

I was confused and didn't understand what he was talking about.

"No."

James heard a bit stubborn, "You are angry with me. You haven't called me for three days. It was my fault that I broke my promise that rainy day, but I was really too tired. If you feel uncomfortable, then I apologize to you."

"Sorry, it's all my fault."

He said in a superior tone. After a busy day, I didn't bother to argue with him.

"Well, I know. If there's nothing else, I'll hang up first."

"Wait! I'm downstairs at your company. Come down and let's have a meal together."

I still had some work to deal with. It was already half an hour later when I finished my work and got down.

Opening the door of the passenger seat, I found that Fiona was also there.

She dressed up pure and lovely. When she saw me, she smiled sweetly.

"Chole, I'm a bit carsick. Do you mind if I sit in the front?"

James darkened his face and didn't say a word. I thought he must be angry for waiting for me for half an hour.

"It's okay. You can sit."

I opened the back door and got in.

During the meal, Fiona served James food as if there was no one else around. From time to time, she even gave me a provocative look.

I pretended not to see and just focused on eating.

I had been working all day and I was quite hungry.

The editor-in-chief said that I did a good job on this project and the boss was very satisfied. Maybe I would get a promotion and a raise. Just thinking about this, I felt relieved.

Suddenly, James dropped his fork with a loud sound.

"I'm full." He said.

After saying that, he grabbed his coat and angrily stood up, and Fiona quickly followed.

When I went out, they were already gone.

So, once again, I was left on the street.

In the next few days, I never saw James again.

I knew he was angry and waiting for me to coax him.

In the past, when we were in conflict, I was always the first to compromise, and I always tried to find a way to make up with him.

At that time, James would always mock me first, and then agree to make up with me in a particularly arrogant manner.

Every time, I felt like a puppet being manipulated by him.

Thinking about it now, I felt quite ridiculous.

On Monday, my boss temporarily informed me to go on a business trip to Boston.

With me was the new leader of our company, Harrison Evans.

Harrison was the son of my boss. He used to study abroad. Although he was younger than me, he was very efficient and decisive in his work.

Coupled with his good looks, all the girls in the company wanted to catch his attention.

I never expected that the usually serious and unsmiling Mr. Evans would have a completely different side in private.

From the moment we boarded the plane, he started complaining in a low voice.

Sometimes he complained that the seat was too hard, sometimes he complained that the coffee was bad, and sometimes he complained the noise on the plane.

I closed my eyes and listened to him chattering in my ear all the way.

It was hard to make it to the hotel, so I thought I could have a good night's sleep.

I didn't expect that Harrison would start again.

Just as I finished washing up and was about to go to bed, Harrison knocked on my door.

I opened the door and saw him standing at the door with messy hair and clear eyes, holding a bottle of wine.

"I can't sleep, can you have a drink with me?"

Before I could say anything, Harrison had already walked in on his own.

We drank a lot and my consciousness gradually became blurred.

At that moment, Harrison put down his glass and stood straight in front of me.

"Chole, I have something to tell you."

I was in a daze, so I casually nodded my head.

"Go ahead."

I was blurred in consciousness, so naturally, I didn't notice the struggle in Harrison's eyes.

After a while, he leaned close to my ear and said softly, "I like you."