The next day, Nia Mitchell sat alone on the sofa, hugging a cushion, her right hand casually flicking through channels with the remote control.
"Young Mistress."
Frederick Goldsmith approached, carrying a plate of strawberries, somewhat unsure why she hadn't gone to work again that day. According to the CEO's personality, wouldn't he want her by his side 24/7?
Nia Mitchell lifted her head to look at Frederick Goldsmith, then glanced at the strawberries he held.
"These strawberries were just delivered. They're extremely fresh. Go ahead and try some."
Nia pouted, her expression filled with resentment as she looked at Frederick. This is absolutely deliberate! I feel like bursting into tears!
"I'm not eating."
Sob, sob... I actually really, really want to eat them.
