A knock sounded at the door.
Aria walked over and peered through the peephole.
She saw Savannah outside.
She opened the door and asked, "Did you forget your key?"
"How can I open the door when you locked it?" Savannah replied, a little annoyed.
Aria laughed immediately.
She had just remembered.
When she closed the door earlier, she had locked it without thinking.
She had forgotten Savannah wasn't back yet.
Savannah stepped inside.
She saw the coffee table wasn't as messy as when she left that morning.
"Sorry," Savannah said. "I went to bed too late last night. I didn't have time to clean up."
"You really killed me," Aria said, locking the door and walking into the living room. "We have guests today. Our living room looks like a garbage dump. I didn't know how to explain it."
"Who's coming?" Savannah asked with a smile.
"Colleagues from work," Aria replied.
"What's the big deal? Just say it's my mess," Savannah said with a smile.
"That sounds like you're throwing me under the bus," Aria answered, continuing to tidy up.
"Haha, it does feel a bit like that," Savannah said.
She put down her bag and started cleaning too.
"Why are you so late today?" Aria looked up at Savannah.
"I went to dinner and a movie with some colleagues."
"Falling in love?" Aria turned to Savannah with a grin.
"What kind of love? They're female colleagues."
"You can fall in love with female colleagues too."
"Shut up. By the way, why are your colleagues coming to our apartment for no reason?"
"To use our bathroom."
"They came all this way just to use the bathroom?"
"Of course not. They gave me a ride home and used the bathroom on the way." Aria rolled her eyes.
"Haha, I see. They're male colleagues. Tell me honestly, are you having an affair?"
"I wish I could, but I don't have the guts," Aria played along.
"No guts? You've got the chest and the ass. Where's the lack of capital?" Savannah rolled her eyes.
Aria's face went dark.
"It's not what you think. I'm sleepy. I'm going to bed. I have to work tomorrow. We can clean up the rest tomorrow," Aria replied.
"Running away won't solve the problem," Savannah said with a smile.
Aria didn't respond.
She just raised her hand and waved.
She walked into the bedroom and closed the door.
Once inside, Aria went straight to bed.
She was ready to sleep, even though she didn't feel tired.
What happened tonight was too sudden.
It caught her completely off guard.
Happiness came so fast.
She thought it was all a dream.
Aria tossed and turned.
She couldn't sleep.
Her phone buzzed.
She almost jumped.
She grabbed it.
It was a message from the Vice President.
I'm home. Good night!
Aria replied instinctively.
Good night!
A moment later, another message came.
Still awake?
Aria felt embarrassed reading it.
The Vice President had dropped such a huge bomb on her.
And now he was casually asking if she was still awake.
How could she sleep?
Her mind was a mess.
There were a thousand thoughts racing through her head.
She couldn't calm down.
"I'm about to go to bed. Good night, Vice President."
Aria thought for a moment, replied, and put down the phone.
She knew in her heart.
If the Vice President said those words to her tonight, she had a chance.
As long as she nodded, they could be together.
But she didn't dare take risks with her feelings.
She really liked him.
But she wasn't the type to only care about the present.
To be honest, she wasn't sure.
Was the Vice President just teasing her on a whim?
Or did he really want a relationship?
If it was just a momentary tease, she might fall in.
And then she wouldn't be able to get out.
The gap between them was too obvious.
Forget the distance between them.
Their family backgrounds were completely different.
Even if the Vice President liked her, his family might not accept her.
Maybe she was overthinking.
But this kind of thing couldn't be rushed.
In other words, she was more realistic and rational.
She considered more practical problems.
Aria couldn't sleep again.
All because of the Vice President's confession.
The next morning, she barely caught the subway.
She rushed into the company and clocked in just before the deadline.
"Aria, did you go steal chickens last night?" Hannah Moore looked at her with a smile.
"I couldn't sleep last night. Couldn't get up this morning. That's it," Aria said, rubbing her sore eyes.
"Why couldn't you sleep?" Hannah asked.
"Maybe it's the bad weather," Aria made an excuse.
"If you can't sleep in the future, soak your feet before bed. It works wonders," Hannah suggested.
"Okay. Thanks, Sister Hannah."
"By the way, the ginger brown sugar tea you recommended yesterday was really effective. I feel much better today."
"Really? That's great!" Aria said happily.
"Yeah. I had a cup when I got home yesterday. I had another this morning. I don't feel so uncomfortable anymore."
"If it works that well, Sister Hannah, you should drink it often. Maybe you won't feel so bad in the future."
"I hope so. Otherwise, I get tortured every time. I'm about to collapse."
"I heard many people don't have that problem after having kids," Aria blurted out.
Hannah was stunned for a moment.
"Who said that?" she asked.
"I saw it online," Aria said. Well, it was like reading a novel.
"That must be nonsense. If it were that good, I'd have a baby right now."
"Sister Hannah, you need to get married first," Aria laughed.
Hannah laughed too.
They chatted for a while.
Then work began.
The administration department's work was complicated and tiring.
But there was no technical skill involved.
As long as Aria kept learning and doing, she could pick it up quickly.
At nine o'clock, Ava Bell from the front desk came over with a bouquet of flowers.
She said it was for Aria.
Aria took it in surprise.
"Who sent it?" she asked.
"Isn't that a question you should ask yourself? Why are you asking me?" Ava replied with a smile.
"I don't know," Aria said, shaking her head.
"There's a card. Just look at it," Ava pointed to the card in the bouquet.
"Thanks." Aria signed for it.
She took out the card from the bouquet.
She opened it.
The next second, she reacted and quickly closed it.
"Aria, who sent the flowers?" Hannah looked up, eager for gossip.