Chapter 22

The temperature in the office dropped several degrees the moment those words left my mouth.

Jonathan’s dark eyes, which didn’t have much warmth to begin with, were now even icier.

The secretaries all lowered their heads, not daring to even breathe too loudly.

Jonathan gestured to them with a jerk of his chin, and they all filed out immediately.

Only Alicia remained standing there, unmoving.

“Jonathan…” “Leave us for now,” Jonathan said without looking at her; his eyes stayed fixed on me.

Alicia’s eyes flickered slightly before she said softly, “I’m not leaving.

Has Ms. Sawyer misunderstood us again?

I can explain…” She then turned to me and continued, “Ms.Sawyer, there’s really nothing going on between me and Jon.

We’ve been like siblings since we were young.” I raised an eyebrow.

“Siblings with completely different parents?

” She pursed her lips and said in a low voice, “We’ve been childhood friends for so many years.

If there really was something between us, would there have been room for you?

” Jonathan’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his gaze fell on Alicia briefly.

A second later, he looked away again.

I caught a flash of coldness in his gaze.

I didn’t know if I had imagined it or if he was just naturally cold and distant.

His eyes turned to me again, but his words were directed at Alicia.

“You don’t have to explain to her.

She won’t believe you.” He made it sound like he had explained countless times before, and I was just being unreasonable.

I raised an eyebrow.

“Jonathan’s right.

I don’t believe you.” There was conviction in Alicia’s voice when she declared, “We really are practically siblings!

Jon does take good care of me, but it’s just out of sibling affection!” “Then shall I wish you two siblings a happy ever after as lovers?

” My words only made Jonathan’s expression darken even more.

Alicia had something more to say, but he cut her off coldly.

“Did you come here just to say all that?

” The way he spoke to me was always like he was admonishing a child who was throwing a tantrum.

When he was in a good mood, he’d absentmindedly coax me; when he wasn’t, he’d lecture and scold me instead.

“I’m here to turn in my resignation.” I took out the resignation letter I’d prepared and looked him straight in the eye, saying, “From today onward, I won’t be coming to work at Millenia anymore.

You don’t need to have anyone from Millenia contact me either.” Jonathan didn’t say anything, nor did he reach for the resignation letter.

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