I've been living with William for three years. We've had occasional sexual encounters but never kissed.



It's the purest relationship of physical needs.



Until one day, I accidentally saw him being intimate with his secretary and allowing her to enter his private space at will.



I understood and tactfully made way for them.



On the night I left, I sent him a text message as a farewell:



[I'm going back to my hometown to get married. Let's not contact each other anymore.]



Later, I saw off my blind - date partner.



Then I turned around and locked eyes with William .



He could no longer maintain his gentle and rational facade. He lost control and cornered me:



" What on earth is he better than me at? "



" Money, power... or is he better at pleasing you? "



As the workday was about to end, a sudden heavy rain started.



My colleague, Amy , forgot to bring an umbrella and came over to share mine.



I didn't refuse.



As I lowered my head to open the umbrella, I heard Amy sigh enviously:



" Being a secretary is really great. You're in a good position to get close to the boss. "



" Secretary Wallis has only been here for three weeks, and she's already sharing an umbrella with Mr. William. In three months, won't we all have to call her Mrs. William? "



I looked up.



My gaze passed through the curtain of rain and fixed on the black umbrella that was opened.



There were two figures walking side by side.



William strode ahead, and Wallis followed him in a hurry.



She ran so fast that she lost her balance.



With a scream, she fell towards the ground.



It was William who quickly reached out and held her around the waist.



This scene happened just right, like a classic scene from a TV drama.



I withdrew my gaze and shook the umbrella handle. Thousands of raindrops fell to the ground, creating ripples.



" Aren't you leaving? If the rain gets any heavier, we won't be able to leave later. "



I reminded her.



Seeing that I didn't respond, Amy poked my arm helplessly:



" He's the young and promising Mr. William who is known for his self - restraint and is regarded as a god in the company. Aren't you at all attracted to him? "



After she said that, without waiting for my answer.



She put on a heart - broken look and sighed:



" Anyway, I'm heartbroken to see someone else in Mr. William's passenger seat. "



I was amused by Amy's overly dramatic performance.



I took out my car keys and pressed the button. The lights of the Audi parked by the roadside flashed.



I lifted her chin playfully and said with a smile:



" You may not be able to sit in Mr. William's passenger seat for now. How about sitting in mine? "