Cannot Wait For Him Turning Back novel Chapter 4

As Matthew’s gaze fell upon the strikingly bold words in the email’s subject line, an unsettling feeling crept into his chest, tightening like a vice.

He hesitated, his finger hovering over the mouse, ready to click and unveil whatever awaited him. Just then, Quilla strolled into the room with a casual grace that belied the tension hanging in the air.

“Mr. Grant, here’s the report from last time,” she announced, her voice light, almost cheerful.

She placed the file down on his desk with a soft thud and then leaned slightly closer, resting her hand gently on his shoulder.

In the past, this small gesture had felt natural, part of an unspoken camaraderie they shared.

But today, it sent an uncomfortable shiver down his spine, making him acutely aware of the distance that had grown between them.

He straightened his back, forcing himself to focus, and opened the file. As he perused the first page, his brows knitted together in a tight frown.

The report was nothing short of a catastrophe. The formatting was a mess, and nearly every detail was incorrect, glaring errors leaping out at him like accusations.

Even the department name was wrong, a fundamental mistake that made his heart race with frustration.

With a sudden burst of anger, he slammed the folder down onto the desk, the sound echoing in the stillness of the room. “Who prepared this? Are they absolutely useless? Call Mr. Clark. I want to know how HR is hiring people,” he barked, his voice cold and accusatory.

Quilla’s face drained of color, her features paling as the realization washed over her. “Mr. Grant, I did it,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

In an instant, his anger dissipated like mist in the morning sun.

He turned to her, taking in her pale, startled expression, and for the first time, he felt a strange wave of helplessness wash over him.

Quilla’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears, her voice trembling as she spoke. “Mr. Grant, do you think I’m useless?”

She hastily wiped at her eyes, her stubbornness shining through despite her vulnerability.

“If you really believe I’m too stupid, then I’ll leave. You can hire someone smarter,” she declared, her voice gaining strength as she moved towards the door, determination etched on her face.

Without thinking, Matthew reached out to stop her. But when their eyes met, his breath caught in his throat, and he froze.

He had never seen her look at him that way before, so raw and exposed.

He remembered how proud she had always been, how she had faced challenges head-on, forging her own path through the chaos. She was nothing like Quilla, who seemed to crumble at the slightest hint of criticism.

Matthew’s thoughts drifted, and he found himself wishing, almost desperately, ‘If only Whitney were still here.’

The realization startled him, a pang of guilt shooting through him. His hand tightened around Quilla’s wrist, then he quickly let go, as if her touch burned him.

He pressed his fingers to his temples, fatigue washing over him like a heavy wave. “Go. Leave me for now,” he said, his voice weary and devoid of warmth.

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