In the third year of my secret crush on Ethan Sterling, his younger brother took a liking to me. So the always rebellious young master dyed his hair back to black. Quit racing, stopped playing extreme sports. Just followed behind me every day, sweetly calling me "Sister." Everyone could see he liked me. So could Ethan. So he gave me a card: "It's good that he has ambition now. Humor him." Instantly, I felt it was utterly pointless. Later, Ethan got drunk and whined to me about stomach pain. But he heard sticky, wet sounds. He questioned who I was with. My breath was unsteady, and I laughed. "Humoring your brother." 1 This is the third time Caleb Sterling has come to me with documents today. I lowered my eyes, trying not to meet his burning gaze. Adhering to professionalism, I taught him bit by bit. After explaining, a cup of brown sugar water at the right temperature was handed to me. Caleb smiled very sweetly, his canine teeth a bit wild. "Sister Jasmine, are you thirsty?" The teasing eyes of colleagues around were pinned on us. My face was a bit hot, heart moved. Don't know how he knew my period came. Smiling and joking with him: "So meticulous, did you understand everything I said?" Caleb raised his eyebrows, confident and relaxed. Hands propped on the desk, leaning forward to circle me in his arms. Chest leaned falsely against the back of the chair, just the right sense of boundary. Don't know what cologne he used, like sunshine, surrounding me warmly. I was a bit distracted, until he spoke smugly: "Done, amazing right?" Only then did I suddenly wake up. Pretending to be calm, checked it once, sure enough all correct. Caleb looked at me expectantly, waiting for praise. I dodged his gaze a bit evasively, dryly said: "Learned very fast." Waiting for Caleb to leave with disappointed eyes, Luna, who has a good relationship with me, couldn't help but crowd over: "No, Ms. Jasmine Lane, can't you really tell he likes you?" "If you ask me, you are successful in your career now, should also spare some thought for other places." "I think Caleb is quite good, top-quality little wolf dog (young, aggressive but loyal man), typical obedient under bed, wild on bed type." "When first saw him, lip studs, eyebrow studs none missing, studs on ears more than moles on my face. For you, he has honestly been a good boy for three months." Seeing me a bit distracted, she hated iron for not becoming steel, emphasizing her tone: "And I heard he keeps himself clean, is the boss's brother, no pressure, just trust fund millions a month, also smart and romantic." She rambled a lot. I knew she meant well for me. But she didn't know, I didn't accept Caleb, not because he wasn't good enough, but because there was someone in my heart. 2 After delivering coffee to Ethan daily, I just wanted to retreat, but was stopped by him. I quickly went over it in my mind. Repeatedly confirmed several times there was nothing needed to discuss one-on-one with me, only then dared to generate a few points of expectation. Not official business, then what could it be? Ethan looked up at me, "Did Caleb trouble you again today?" Turns out he wanted to ask about his brother's recent situation. I suppressed the disappointment in my heart, reporting dutifully: "No, he just asked me some questions." Unexpectedly Ethan sneered: "Joined three months still have endless questions, then his Imperial College London degree is wasted." Caleb certainly isn't that stupid. On the contrary, he is very smart, sweet and caring. Asking me questions, picking times when I was not in good condition. Answering some simple questions, not counted as slacking off at work, could also rescue me from heavy work, letting me take a breath. Not to mention, his constant feeding made my condition much better during this time. But anyone could see, he was pursuing me like this. My eyes flickered, didn't want to talk about this issue with Ethan. Being liked by the brother of secret crush object, actually not counted as happy. But Ethan obviously didn't think so, tone deep and slow: "He was born with a lack of emotion and pain sensation, so he likes to pursue stimulation. When abroad, he liked playing extreme sports, drag racing, skydiving, entered ICU several times. Parents and I as brother are very worried about him." 3 Ethan speaks little. But hearing him say so much today, I was not happy. When first became his secretary, many people praised me as clever, didn't need words to be clear to understand. Now I wished I was a bit duller. So that heart wouldn't sink to bottom, even uncontrollably wanted to cry a bit. Could only lose composure leaving a sentence: "Sorry, I still have urgent matters not finished, you can find someone else to confide in." Embarrassed wanting to flee in defeat. But was nailed in place by Ethan's sentence: "I want you to do me a favor, as a friend, Jasmine Lane." Not Secretary Lane, but Jasmine Lane. Jasmine Lane who accompanied him from campus to workplace. Just like back then, he entered the company under pressure. People around only called him Little President Sterling, contemptuously, looking down. Attributing all his success to Father Sterling's support, he also called me like this: "Jasmine Lane, they all bully me, can you come accompany me." But I'd rather he didn't play this emotional card on me. He shouldn't trample my love like this. Nor should he push me to someone else so easily. Maybe disappointed to the extreme, I could calm down instead. Calmly, like a truly submissive subordinate. "President Sterling, you say." Ethan frowned, a bit dissatisfied with this address. But soon restrained emotions. Being in high position for so many years, he was long used to not letting personal emotions interfere with decisions. He handed me a card: "Caleb rarely has so much ambition, Jasmine Lane, can you humor him, this is remuneration." He still wanted to add: "No need to really accept his confession, you just need to string him along..." "Okay." Before he finished, interrupted by me. I ignored the astonishment in Ethan's eyes. Just like agreeing to him at school back then, so decisive. 4 Until off work, I was spiritually listless. When Caleb stopped me, I was even a bit annoyed. Tone was also bad: "Don't you have other things to do?" Caleb thick-skinned, not hit at all: "Yes, for example I want to see the sea now, are you going?" Very inexplicable. Anger hit a soft nail. I died down a bit, couldn't help asking why. Caleb raised eyebrows, asked back: "You don't tell me why you are in bad mood, why should I tell you the reason I want to see the sea." I rolled my eyes. "Oh, then I also have no reason to accompany you." Strange to say, I could always be myself more easily in front of Caleb. Maybe the power of dislike is just this strong. Also let Caleb like the most real me. A round of eye confrontation. Caleb lost first, raised hand signaling surrender: "Afraid of you, then you smile once and I'll tell you." Very doting eyes. Caleb is really good looking, like the mischievous and charming childhood sweetheart in everyone's fantasy. Made my face a bit hot, very deliberately smiled skin not meat (insincerely): "Say or not? Not say I'm leaving." Finished speaking postured to leave. Sure enough not two steps, wrist was pulled. Caleb tone matter-of-fact: "What reason needed to see sea, want to go then go." 5 Shoulders draped with Caleb's coat, lower abdomen stuck with heat patch he prepared don't know when. Ethan is a workaholic, after becoming his private secretary, I also accompanied him. Many times were latest leaving company. And now my work task became Caleb. Today is my first time getting off work so early, also first time driving to chase sunset. Car parked by sea. I looked at everything open, listening to sea sound, heart suddenly quieted down. Didn't even react when Caleb approached me, touched my face. Wet tears wiped away gently, I realized, I cried. I waited for Caleb to continue asking like a curious baby. A bit smashing jar smashing fall (giving up on oneself), impulse to tell him everything. Unexpectedly he took out a bottle of red wine and wine glasses from nowhere. He winked at me: "I asked doctor, drink small amount, benefit qi activate blood." Too smug. I couldn't help laughing out. "Just you most meticulous." We drank red wine, watching last trace of sunlight fall into sea bottom, as if nothing in world couldn't be solved. Sky will darken, also will brighten. I turned head look at Caleb. From first time seeing him, I always felt his nose like Ethan, thin lips also cold like Ethan. But now I found his eyes bigger than Ethan. A very light small mole on lip, disappeared when smiling. Little bit freckles, very cute. Completely different from Ethan. I couldn't help reaching out to touch his ear riddled with holes. Caleb very sensitive, neck and face red patches. But still obediently lowered head, convenient for me to touch. Like a small animal having weakness held, obediently explained: "Don't look scary, actually not painful at all, doctor said my constitution good, pierced so many at once didn't inflame." I said nothing, didn't respond either. Wait till he couldn't help, turned head to look at me apprehensively. Eyelashes very long, like deer eyes. Suddenly couldn't help laughing out loud. "Caleb, try chasing me see." 6 Impulsively finished that sentence, I regretted a bit. Condemned myself in heart, want to walk out of emotional injury shouldn't use Caleb. I could see, he really likes me. With this guilt, I didn't have heart to refuse Caleb's request to freeload meal at my house. Went to supermarket bought some meat and vegetables together. I stood in kitchen cooking noodles. Caleb couldn't help, squatted at kitchen door with my big Golden Retriever, whispering: "Does Mom really know how to cook noodles? Wangwang, have you eaten before?" I rolled my eyes. "Don't bark, go sit on sofa play." Caleb was scolded, rubbed nose sheepishly, obediently left. I felt a bit funny, also completely relaxed. Didn't expect, not even half minute, Caleb flashed back again. This time he had official business as excuse, tone proud: "Your phone rang." I was busy cooking noodles, signaled Caleb to answer phone on speaker. Unexpectedly it was Ethan's call. His tone tired: "Jasmine Lane, latest project bid proposal is with you right? Trouble send in to me." Probably thought I was still working overtime in company with him as usual. My mood complex, momentarily didn't know what to say. Instead Caleb spoke dissatisfiedly: "Bro, still making people run back company to send files after work time, what extinct skinning capitalist are you." Air silent. After long while, Ethan spoke, voice very deep: "You are at her house?" 7 I took over phone, signaled Caleb to serve noodles. Avoided his question, answer very official: "Project proposal file I put on computer desktop, if you need urgently can go copy one yourself." On phone end, Ethan voice dry: "So late, you keep him at home, do you know he likes you?" I rarely distracted a bit, watching Caleb silly holding plate bottom directly with empty hands. Walking slowly, still had mind to tease dog. Like not afraid of hot at all. Brow twitched, put down phone, took plate from his hand. Looked at his palm, sure enough red patch. Hurriedly pulled him to rinse water, no time to listen what Ethan said. Instead Caleb raised voice, like a silly sweet: "Sister of course knows, she agreed me chasing her today!" Water sound swallowed Ethan's answer. I glared at Caleb, a bit angry: "Big young master, don't even know how to hold plate, are you a child?" Caleb hummed twice, like puppy interacting with owner. Also a bit enjoying, tone indifferent: "I just want hold steady like this, anyway actually not painful either." My movement paused, remembering his lack of pain sensation. Hindsight realized what a terrible disease this is. Cannot sense danger, naturally lost ability to escape danger. Finally hurt without knowing. Caleb saw my mood wrong, changed topic,贱兮兮 (cheekily/cheaply): "Okay, actually not completely painless, need sister help me blow to work."
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