All my attention was on Emery before, and I never noticed Jason's feelings for me. I always treated him as a good friend, and even asked him for help when I needed something. Now that I thought about it, I was really a scum.

The atmosphere became awkward in an instant, and I once again became the center of attention.

"Jason is right. I am very busy now. I'm afraid I don't have time to go shopping with Mrs. Wood."

I firmly refused. I really couldn't imagine how to get along peacefully with Mrs. Wood.

Later at the party, I drank a lot of alcohol, and even forgot how I got home.

It had been seven years. I thought I had forgotten everything.

Seeing him again, I realized that I still loved him.

It was a month later when I saw Emery again.

I accompanied my boss to visit Professor Sullivan, a leading figure in the industry. Our design project needed their professional guidance.

Emery was Professor Sullivan's best student. So Professor Sullivan sent him to assist us with the project.

"Mr. Lee, I'm really looking forward to working with you."

"Me too. Mr. Wood, you are such a young and talented young man!"

The cooperation was quickly negotiated, and I didn't have a chance to speak throughout the process. I had been trying my best to hide my presence.

Until Emery asked, "Mr. Lee, is she your secretary?"

"Hmm? Pearl? Oh yes. Pearl, come over. This is Mr. Wood."

"Hello, Mr. Wood." I tried to maintain a polite smile and extended my hand.

Emery just glanced at my hand and did not shake it. He calmly said, "Mr. Lee, I won't keep you any longer. Let Miss Quinn handle this project with me..."

Nate, my boss was obviously stunned, but quickly reacted, "Okay, no problem. Mr. Wood, feel free to tell Pearl if you need anything."

I was a little confused. What did Emery mean? I didn't know.

I stared at his sharp face, trying to see something, but found nothing.

He was very good at hiding his emotions, just like before.

At that time, I thought he loved me, but in the end, it was just my one-man show.

Just returned to the company with my boss, I received a message from Emery, [Bring the materials to my office at 8 o'clock tonight.]

"Why do I have to meet him after work?"

I couldn't figure it out, and I didn't want to think about it.

Shaking my head, I replied him back, trying to suppress the palpitations in my heart.

But in the afternoon, I was still lost in my thoughts because of the message...