Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 207

"I'll just top off Biscuit and Sunny's food, then I'll see you out!" Christopher let go of my waist and walked over to the dog food bowls, calm as ever.

So, I was the only one feeling awkward this whole time.

Was Christopher really that composed? Maybe he didn't have any feelings for me.

I glanced over at him and noticed his ears were a bit red.

So, he was embarrassed too. That meant what just happened made him uncomfortable as well.

I didn't dare think about it any further. Ignoring Christopher's offer to see me out, I hurriedly ran outside, "No need to see me out, it's so close, I can manage."

It felt like I was being chased by a dog as I dashed out.

The cool breeze outside finally made my face feel less hot.

But why did I feel like I could hear footsteps behind me? Could it be that Christopher followed me?

I didn't mean to compare him to a chasing dog.

"You forgot something." Christopher's voice came from behind.

I suddenly remembered I was supposed to take a bag of dog food home.

But why did his voice sound like he was holding back laughter?

I tried to stay calm as I turned around to take the bag from him, thanked him, and then quickly went back inside without looking back.

But why did it feel like, even through the door, I could still feel Christopher's intense gaze?

After a while, it seemed quiet outside. I guessed he had left.

Was he standing there laughing at how flustered I was?

I couldn't compare to Christopher. He was a shrewd businessman, while I was just a newbie. If I could learn even a fraction of his composure, I'd consider myself lucky.

But that night, I didn't sleep well.

In my dreams, I was practicing how to avoid such awkward situations and how to stay calm if they happened again.

When I woke up, I couldn't help but slap my face. What was I thinking? I should be figuring out how to avoid these situations, not planning for a next time!

I splashed some cold water on my face in the bathroom to wake myself up and tried to forget the dream.

Because of the previous interview with Christopher, it was like the press had caught the scent of blood. Reporters were swarming.

When I arrived at the office in the morning, I saw Christopher surrounded by a group of reporters at the entrance. He was handling it with remarkable composure, a true testament to his experience.

If it were me, I definitely couldn't manage it.

As I entered the office, I overheard some colleagues gossiping about Christopher.

"What kind of girl do you think a handsome and wealthy CEO like Mr. Collins would like?"

"Didn't Mr. Collins already say he has someone he likes? We can only guess from the women he's been in contact with."

"But we can't guess, and we don't know Mr. Collins' schedule. Still, the news that Mr. Collins has someone he likes must have broken a lot of hearts."

I couldn't help but chuckle at their conversation.

Paula was right; Christopher had admirers lined up from here to overseas.

My laugh must have caught the attention of the gossiping colleagues.

They curiously asked, "Ms. Turner, since you're often around Mr. Collins, do you know who he likes?"

I shrugged helplessly, "Mr. Collins never talks about his personal life with me, so I have no idea. You all have been here longer than I have; haven't you heard any rumors?"

They didn't expect me to join in the gossip.

Sometimes, girls could bond over a bit of gossip.

Seeing me ask, the two colleagues became bolder and replied in unison, "Mr. Collins always had only males around him, so we don't know."

After saying that, they exchanged glances and then looked at me. We couldn't help but laugh.

Maybe we were laughing too freely, because I noticed Christopher glance at me as he got into the elevator. I immediately remembered last night's incident and quickly stopped laughing, pretending nothing had happened as I took another elevator to the executive office.

It was just a small episode, and once I got into work mode, I didn't think about it anymore.

But I didn't expect to receive a call from an unknown number during my lunch break.

"Hello, I'm Mrs. Collins' driver. Is this Ms. Turner? Mrs. Collins would like to meet you."

I was taken aback, then cautiously asked, "Are you referring to Mr. Collins'..."

"Yes, Ms. Turner, you guessed correctly. It's Mr. Christopher Collins' mother, Mrs. Faye Collins."

The only time I had heard about the Collins family was from Clara, and Christopher had briefly mentioned his parents when he visited my home years ago, but I had never met them.

Why did she suddenly want to meet me?

Could it be because of the magazine saying Christopher had someone he liked? But Faye should go directly to Christopher, why would she want to see me?

Not understanding her intentions, I didn't agree immediately.

Instead, I made an excuse, "Sorry, I have work to handle right now, so I might not be available."

If I were to meet her, I should get Christopher's approval first. After all, I was his employee, and I should act in his best interest.

But the person on the other end seemed to anticipate my response.

"Mrs. Collins said she has time and can wait until you're free."

The more she insisted, the more uneasy I felt.

I wasn't that important, was I?

Fine, I would consult Christopher later.

"By the way, Mrs. Faye Collins wants to meet you alone, without Mr. Christopher Collins knowing. Please don't tell Mr. Christopher Collins."

I thought for a moment.

If that was the case, I might as well see why Faye was so insistent on meeting me.

I was not the timid person I used to be. I believed I could handle it well.

"Alright, I'll contact you when I'm done," I replied.

Since I didn't need Christopher's approval, I just delayed a bit, got the address, and went to the Serenity Tea House across the street.

I usually preferred coffee, but this tea house had a serene ambiance with pavilions and flowing water, quite elegant.

Someone like Faye wouldn't sit outside for tea. Clearly, she had something to discuss, so she booked a private room.

The driver who called me was waiting at the entrance. Seeing me, he gestured for me to follow and led me to the private room.

As soon as I entered, I saw a graceful and elegant middle-aged woman. Her hair was neatly styled, and she exuded a calm and composed demeanor, with an air of nobility and warmth that made it easy to like her.