The European car stopped at one of the vacant spots. Its side window then slid down. Chris's handsome face emerged from the car. The man's gaze was fixed on Merry's figure. The woman looked so happy when chatting with Harold and Dylan.

  The sight made Chris feel jealous. Merry never showed such a happy expression when she was with Chris. Plus, it had been years since he last heard Merry laugh.

  Chris took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth without lighting it. The annoyance in his chest peaked when he saw Merry laughing at something Dylan said. He didn't know what made the young woman laugh, but Merry's figure seemed even more dazzling to Chris's eyes.

  Chris clicked his tongue in annoyance. Why did Merry seem so happy when talking to a feminine man like Dylan? Chris was definitely a lot better than that man!

  While Chris was grumbling to himself, Merry was relieved that she'd escaped Jean once again.

  The young woman tightened her jacket as she felt the cold autumn breeze. Lately, the air had gotten colder and the weather changed rapidly.

  "Harold, if there's nothing else I need to do, can I go home first?" Merry asked. She wanted to get out of the cold and play with her cat, Tiger!

  Harold exhaled his cigarette smoke while waving at Merry, "Okay, you can go." He said.

  Merry's smile broke when she was allowed to leave. She turned and walked away. But Harold's next words brought Merry's footsteps to a halt.

  "Wait!" Exclaimed Harold, "Come here tomorrow morning to deliver Lilia's breakfast. All of her work this week will be postponed, so take this time to accompany her often."

  Merry's smile disappeared as quickly as it appeared. She turned around and gave Harold a reluctant look. It's not that Merry didn't want to deliver Lilia's breakfast, she's just afraid to meet Jean at the hospital.

  "But Sis Lilia has Bro— Jean, so she doesn't need me to deliver her breakfast." Merry hoped that Harold would cancel his order for this reason.

  But Merry did not think that Dylan would destroy that reason. The man polished his nails as he said, "That man looks like a young master from a rich family. Do you think he can cook?"

  Merry glared at Dylan, but the man was too focused on his nails to care.

  Harold dropped his cigarette and stomped on it, "I won't force you, but…" The man smiled slyly, "I can give you a bonus if you want to do this."

  Finally Merry was defeated by the power of money. She forced herself to smile and said, "Just leave it to me! I will deliver breakfast to Ms. Lilia tomorrow morning!"

  When Merry said goodbye for the second time, Harold did not stop her again. But to be safe, the young woman ran away as fast as she could. She was afraid that Harold would have another bad idea if she lingered there. If that man told her to stay in the hospital room with Lilia, Jean would definitely catch her!

  Dylan finished polishing his nails and put away his file before glancing at Merry's figure running away. The small woman ran pretty fast too.

  "Bro Harold, is that little girl short of money?" Dylan asked skeptically.

  The backpack slung over Merry's shoulder was a branded bag that cost millions of Rupiah. There's no way the woman who carried that kind of bag was in financial struggle.

  Harold stared at Dylan for a moment then replied, "Maybe."

  Harold never thoroughly investigated Merry's background. He only hired the woman because of the answer in the interview. Merry claimed that she had been a loyal fan of Lilia ever since the model made her debut. For Harold, that was enough.

  Meanwhile, Merry ran towards the front gate of the hospital. She was acting in such a hurry, as if she was being chased by a dog. But before Merry could pass through the gate, someone pulled her backpack from behind and forcefully stopped Merry's steps.

  "Ow!" Merry almost fell over and hastily took her balance. Then she turned her head around with an exasperated look, "Who would dare… oh."

  Merry's voice vanished when she saw Chris. The man took off Merry's backpack and crossed his arms.

  "B……Brother Chris! I didn't see you earlier!" Merry said as she turned and stood obediently in front of the man.

  Today, Chris was dressing formally, as if he had just attended an important event. He was wearing a shirt covered in a dark blue suit. A thick black coat that reached the knees completed the look. The tall man didn't seem bothered by the chilling autumn wind.

  At first glance, Chris's appearance couldn't be classified as a handsome man. His clean face and innocent looks made other people automatically think of him as a cute, kind-hearted man. Only those closest to him know that Chris was hiding a snake-like heart behind his appearance. His arrogant attitude befitting Jean.

  As someone who could be called his childhood friend, Merry knew fully well the original character of Chris. She looked at the man with great concern.

  "Why are you running so fast like you're being chased by a dog? Where are you going?" Chris asked.

  "Back home of course!" Merry answered while fixing the position of her backpack that Chris had pulled. Then she saw the fruit basket in the man's hand. Her gaze was fixed on the neatly arranged red apples, "Brother Chris, are you here to visit Sis Lilia?"

  Chris followed Merry's gaze and smiled faintly. He took one of the apples and passed it to the young woman, "You want this?"

  Merry looked at Chris, blinking in confusion. The man had never shown his selfless side. There must be something he wanted. But Merry's growling stomach sounded, making her cheeks flush.

  She had ordered lunch, but she didn't have a chance to eat it because of this incident. Merry grumbled quietly that Sara had interrupted her precious lunch time.

  Merry immediately took the apple, "Yes, I want it! Thank you, Brother Chris!"

  She wiped the apple with her shirt, then immediately took a bite. But before her mouth touched the fruit, Chris grabbed the apple back. She almost bit her own hand!

  "This fruit hasn't been washed, so you shouldn't eat it." Chris said, grinning mischievously.

  Merry glared at the man. As expected, Chris would not give her the fruit for nothing.

  "The apple isn't dirty! I wiped it down well!" Merry protested while trying to reclaim the apple.

  But Chris used his height to keep the apple away from Merry. The young woman stomped her feet in annoyance. Did Chris intend to give her the apple or not?!

  "If you want this apple, come with me!" Chris said as he turned around.

  Merry's expression immediately turned pale, "Come……? You mean to the hospital?" Merry asked while slowly retreating. Was Chris crazy?! The person Merry feared the most—Jean, was still in there! Was this guy trying to get her caught?!

  Chris stopped moving when he heard Merry's refusal. He frowned and turned his head back to the woman. The man remembered Merry's happy expression while chatting with Harold and Dylan earlier. In that instant, Chris's expression turned grim. Irritation filled his eyes. Did Merry really dislike him?

  Merry's gaze was still focused on the hospital building, so she didn't notice the change in Chris's expression.

  "Are you…" Chris started to speak, but he hastily stopped his sentence. He didn't want to hear the answer. Chris wasn't sure he could stand up to hear Merry say she hated him.

  "Brother Chris, I really don't want to come with you!" Merry uttered the line Chris didn't want to hear so easily.

  Chris clenched his fists as he desperately tried to hide his turbulent emotions.

  "Brother Jean is still in there, so I don't want to be caught by him!" Merry continued.

  Instantly, Chris's mood improved. So that's why Merry didn't want to come with him! That woman didn't hate him!

  Chris was so lost in thought that he didn't hear Merry say, "Since you know now, I'll go home first!"

  Merry turned and was about to run away, but Chris's reaction was quicker. The man caught her backpack again.

  "Um… Brother Chris? Can you let me go?" Merry asked with a pitiful look.

  Chris met Merry's gaze with a sigh. Of all the women he knew, why did he fall in love with this little girl?