Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 188

Christopher and I got out of the car and took the elevator together.

True to his word, he didn't care about anyone's gaze.

Even with so many eyes on us, he remained unfazed.

I, on the other hand, had to muster all my courage to act nonchalant as I followed him into the elevator.

To achieve his level of inner strength and calm, I still had a long way to go.

However, I could tell that Christopher wasn't in the best of moods.

Once we got to the office, he went straight to his room and got busy.

With the boss occupied, as his secretary, I had no time to spare either. I spent the entire morning running between his office, my desk, and various departments, barely getting a chance to sit down.

The result of this hectic morning was that my legs felt like they were about to give out.

More precisely, the skin on my heels had been rubbed raw.

That was the thing with high heels—if one walked around in them without blister pads, it was no surprise when their skin got torn up.

It had been a while since I'd been this busy, and after staying up late last night and rushing around today, I forgot to put on blister pads.

It was past quitting time, and many of my colleagues had already left.

I finished my work and was about to head out when Christopher called me on the intercom.

Wincing in pain, I hobbled into Christopher's office. "Mr. Collins, is there something else you need?"

I tried to look normal, but every step was agony, and I couldn't help but grimace and limp slightly. I figured Christopher was too busy to notice.

To my surprise, he was leaning back in his chair, looking quite relaxed. "Can we leave now?"

His question caught me off guard, as I was focused on my heel.

Christopher was the boss, yet he was asking me if we could leave?

It took me a moment to realize he wanted to ride in my car.

"Sure!" I replied, though my heart sank at the thought of driving barefoot because of my sore heel.

Even though I had flats, they still had a heel that would rub against the raw skin.

I hoped Christopher wouldn't notice.

But then Christopher stood up and approached me. Instinctively, I took a step back.

I forgot about my heel for a moment, and the pain made me wince.

I saw a flash of concern in Christopher's eyes.

"You're hurt?" he asked, already kneeling to check my heel.

This was Christopher Collins, a man admired by many, yet here he was, bending down to examine my injury.

I tried to pull away, but Christopher held my leg gently. The warmth of his hand spread up my leg, making me feel like I was electrified. I forgot to move.

It wasn't until he removed my high heel and exposed my raw skin that I snapped out of it.

"Your heel is in bad shape. Why didn't you say anything?" Christopher frowned, sounding almost scolding.

"It's just a blister, not a big deal," I quickly replied.

"The office is mostly empty now. Wait here, I'll get some medicine."

His gentlemanly offer left me no room to refuse.

But there was no need for him to go out of his way. I could just order it on my phone.

I instinctively grabbed his hand to stop him. "Mr. Collins, no need. I can order it online, and it'll be here quickly."

Christopher paused, looking at my hand on his.

I quickly let go, feeling awkward.

I tried to act like nothing happened, but my face felt warm.

It was strange. Christopher and I were friends, so it should be easy to be around him. A little accidental contact shouldn't be a big deal.

But every time it happened, I felt like I was crossing a line.

Maybe my marriage to Lawrence had left me with some lingering issues, making me overreact to any contact with men.

Now it was just Christopher and me in the office.

The spacious room felt stifling, and I didn't know what to say.

I pretended to look at a file.

It happened to be a report from Synergy Global Corporation, which Christopher noticed.

"The analysis report from Synergy Global Corporation came in. What do you think?" he asked.

I was just pretending to read it.

His question felt like being called on in class without knowing the answer.

I stammered, unable to respond, feeling embarrassed.

Christopher seemed to notice my discomfort and smiled.

He was definitely doing it on purpose!

Thankfully, he didn't call me out on it.

He pointed out the key data. "Go over this and give me a report."

"Okay," I mumbled.

Just then, the delivery person arrived with the medicine, saving me from further embarrassment.

As I reached for the package, Christopher took it first.

He started to open it and was about to kneel again.

I quickly realized he intended to apply the medicine himself. "Mr. Collins, I can do it myself."

I reached for the medicine, but Christopher held my leg firmly.

He was calm yet insistent. "Don't waste time. I'll do it faster."

He opened the iodine and dabbed it on a cotton swab, ready to treat my wound.

Probably sensing I might pull away, he added, "It's just mutual help. Don't feel awkward. You drove me this morning, after all."

Even if I hadn't driven him, I would have driven to the office anyway. This was different.

"I don't feel awkward, just that it's too much trouble for you," I said.

But as he held my ankle, I couldn't help but think of a scene from a romantic drama.

Especially with his looks, his hands...

I almost gasped, biting my lip to keep quiet. It felt odd to make noise in front of a man, especially in this private setting.

So I bit my lip and endured the pain.

But Christopher seemed to notice my sharp intake of breath and the slight tremble of my foot.

He looked up at me, his brows furrowed.