Chapter 88
She exuded a profound stillness, a sense of broken calmness enveloping her.
When the light turned green, the car moved forward. Upon reaching their apartment complex, they parted ways to their respective homes.
Iris entered her apartment and lay down on her bed – not out of fatigue, but simply because she wanted to. Turning her head, she noticed Jason’s coat hanging on the rack. Should she return it to him?
Just then, a knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. It was likely Yvonne, probably coming to complain about her failed blind date. She opened the door and started, “The blind date…”
To her surprise, it was Jason standing outside.
“M–Mr. Just, what are you doing here?” she stammered.
He extended his hand, offering her some medicine. “For you.”
Iris looked down to see it was tetanus and anti–inflammatory medication.
“Superiors should care for their subordinates; it’s part of the job,” he stated as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
She could only accept it. “Thank you, Mr. Just.”
“Good night,” he replied.
“Okay, good night, Mr. Just,” she said.
Jason nodded.
After closing the door, Iris looked at the medicine in her hand and smiled. “He’s cold on the outside but warm on the inside.”
He was a boss who was kind to his subordinates.
She checked the instructions and was about to take the anti–inflammatory medication when she caught sight of the coat on the rack‘ She quickly put down the medicine, grabbed the coat and dashed after Jason.
The elevator doors closed just as she arrived. She thought about it and decided to take the stairs.
She ran quickly, despite her wound hurting, determined to catch up with him.
However, she was still too late.
Since she was already downstairs, she thought she should just deliver it to his place.
Chapter 88
She went to Jason’s house and knocked on his door. He opened it.
Panting slightly, she held the coat out and explained, “You left your coat at my place the last time you visited. I only remembered to return it after you left. I couldn’t catch up, so I came here to return it.
Jason took the coat and noticed that she was out of breath. “Do you want to come in for a drink?” he offered.
Iris blinked. “Didn’t you say it’s not convenient since you live alone?”
“I said a lot of things. Is that the only thing you remember?” he replied, raising his eyebrows.
She smiled awkwardly, “Don’t mind if I do, then.
One must never offend their boss. Besides, Jason wasn’t a bad person.
“Do I need to change shoes?” she asked.
“I don’t usually get visitors, so I don’t have slippers for guests. Just wear mine,” he said, retrieving a pair of men’s slippers from the cabinet.
Iris hesitated. Wearing someone else’s slippers felt too intimate. If it were her, she couldn’t accept a stranger wearing her slippers. Jason also didn’t strike her as someone who would be casual about such things. It felt weird to her, but she couldn’t explain why.
Entering his house, she noted it was much larger than her apartment, decorated in a simple black, white, and gray style that made the interior look spacious and bright.
“Have a seat,” he said, pouring her a glass of water.
Iris sat on the sofa, her posture a bit formal and stiff, her unease palpable.
“Here,” Jason handed her the water. “Which kind of case do you prefer: marriage, criminal, or financial?”
After a moment’s reflection, Iris replied, “I like criminal and marriage cases.”
She understood his intent; he wanted her to specialize in one area. In the law firm, each lawyer had their expertise. Jason was the only all–rounder.
“If you win another case, I’ll offer you a permanent position,” he promised.
“Really?” Iris‘ eyes lit up
with surprise.