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I don't know when Tim Johnson came out of the shower. I fell asleep again. He lay beside me in a bathrobe and tried to hug me from behind. His breath hit my shoulders and neck, gradually becoming hot. "Rachel Thomas... can you do it?"

I stood up and pushed him away. After adjusting my mood, my eyes slowly fell on the ambiguous marks under his collar, "Didn't Luna make you full?"

Tim Johnson was stunned, with an embarrassed look of anger on his face, "Rachel Thomas, can you stop being unreasonable? We haven't seen each other for so many days, do you have to be so hostile when you meet? I've said it before, Luna is just my secretary, responsible for taking care of my food and daily life, that's her job! What's the point of you making a fuss every day?"

I watched him calmly finish his temper, made some space, and continued to lie back, "Go to sleep."

Tim Johnson, however, was unable to sleep as he looked depressed. He stood up coldly and picked up the pillow, "I thought you were afraid of thunder, so I came to accompany you. Your kindness is really taken for granted!" He walked straight to the study and closed the door heavily.

This just made me feel funny. I remembered the last time I was afraid of thunder, I huddled in the corner, with red eyes, and sent a message to Tim Johnson, asking him when he would be back, but he didn't reply until the next day, "You are so old, and even children are not afraid of thunder, why are you pretending to be weak! Luna's water pipe is broken, and she can't fix it as a girl, I'm busy!"

My tears slid down along with my bitter smile, I couldn't understand why a dignified CEO would condescend to fix the water pipe for his secretary in the middle of the night.

The past memories just flashed by quickly. I closed my eyes and thought about what to pack for tomorrow. After all, I had a flight early in the morning and couldn’t miss it.