Chapter 5 Fever

• Myra's elation from earlier was now abruptly replaced by a surge of resentment, causing a sense of cold to flow all over her body.
• Myra shuffled into the bathroom like a walking corpse, going to take a shower.
• Sean had not always behaved like that with her. There was a time when he was gentle and kind toward her; he never hurt her with harsh words or aggravated accusations despite how much she clung onto him.
• However, the change in his demeanor came without warning.
• He no longer saw all that she was doing for him and he broke her heart in ways that she never imagined he could.
• The sudden cold that brushed past her skin snapped her out of her thoughts. She shuddered and the water from the shower head was cold.
• She turned off the water and walked out after putting on a bathrobe.
• Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she found her face was pale and pinched. She tried to quirk her lips into a smile, but she ended up looking garish instead.
• The front door of the villa was opened from the outside when she had only just exited the bathroom.
• Myra did not even turn as she heard the familiar footsteps that ensued. Why should I try so hard to please him when he hates me this much?
• She looked straight ahead as she mounted the stairs, but she realized that the footsteps were approaching her. Before she could react, a hand with the force of a boulder wrapped her right wrist to bring her to a halt. "Where did you go tonight?"
• Sean's voice was icy and he tightened his grip on her wrist.
• Myra felt as if her wrist would snap. She forced the pain away and turned to face him. When she spoke, her voice was without emotion. "I had a dinner appointment."
• His face darkened and with a snide tone, he asked, "Were you having dinner with a bunch of other men again? Was it really a dinner appointment, Myra? Or were you fooling around behind my back? Why don't you tell me how those business meetings of yours went, hmm?"
• Toward the end of his sentence, the tone of his voice grew sharper and more displeased.
• Myra returned his stare. She knew what he was insinuating since he made his thoughts just as clear. Seized with an abrupt sense of emptiness, she wanted to laugh at the irony before her.
• She slightly staggered after pulling her arm away from him before she said flatly, "Why do you want to know? Are you mad because I had a business meeting with a male client?"
• She quietly chuckled in a cold voice. "Sean, I thought that you no longer care about my business. Maybe the question I should ask is—do you still care about me?"
• Sean pressed his lips together tightly and he did not answer her.
• Myra's heart sank, even though her face was stoic. She then turned and went upstairs without saying anything.
• It could have been due to the cold water, which caused her to run a temperature that night. For the first half of the night, she dreamt a lot. It wasn't until the late hours of the night that she managed to sleep intermittently.
• When she woke up the next morning, there was a layer of dark circles under her eyes, which could barely be concealed even with the thick layer of foundation.
• ......
• News that the Hart Group had taken full control over the design for the Chase Group's Sunny Bay Project last night soon spread all over the company—and the identity of the hero was naturally known by all—Myra.
• Myra had been listless since early in the morning. She bought some antipyretic medicine when she was on the way to work and felt drowsy after taking it. However, upon thinking that her design draft had been approved, she cheered up and worked on improving the design.
• While she was doing the calculations on the figures, a stack of documents was dropped on her workspace with a thud.
• She raised her head, only to see that an infuriated Elsie was glaring at her.
• "What's the matter?" Myra pulled her chair while she calmly asking. She admitted that she was not generous enough to smile at Elsie while facing her—even though they never had any conflict with each other.
• "Are you actually asking me what the matter is?" A scowl appeared on Elsie's face that was with heavy make-up and her eyes seemed like they were about to shoot fire. "Why didn't you wait for me yesterday afternoon when you went to the Hart Group to talk about the Sunny Bay Project?"
• Myra coughed twice and replied indifferently. "We had an appointment with the Hart Group's Project Department at that time. Even if I waited for you, do you think that they would have waited for you?"
• Elsie felt a little guilty after she realized that she returned to the company late yesterday afternoon because she wanted to spend more time with Sean. However, she felt enraged when she saw the triumphant look on Myra's face. Myra has obviously taken all the credit for yesterday's success!
• "If that's the case, what about last night? Why didn't you invite me to dinner with the Hart Group?!" Elsie pointed and questioned her sharply.
• "You are the leader of Team A and I am the leader of Team B, so both of us share the same position in the company! Myra, your behavior has disrespected the company's management. Maybe you have inked a secret deal with the Hart Group and you are afraid that I will find out, so you ditched me!"
• Upon seeing more colleagues coming over to watch the commotion, a hint of jealousy and hatred flashed across Elsie's eyes. "Oh, I understand it now. I have been wondering why the Hart Group has easily agreed to hand us the project. Could it be that there is something going on between and Mr. Logan from the Hart Group's Project Department and you..." she uttered tentatively.
• When she saw the traces of disdain in their colleagues' gazes toward Myra, a smug look appeared on her face. "Myra, Mr. Logan is as old as your father. He is a senior and ugly, yet you are willing to sacrifice for the company. Wouldn't it have been a huge loss for you if our company was not selected?"
• Myra stood up and slapped Elsie fiercely. "Have you said enough?!"