Chapter 8 The Customer’s Reasons
Chapter 8 The Customer’s Reasons
Ever since joining this company, I’ve felt pressured because of this woman. She helped me keep my
job and was involved in my promotion as well.
With her here, I have received countless blessings. Looking back now, I am indeed losing sight of
myself.
As a man, I should stand up for myself. When did I need such a woman to protect me?
“If you aren’t obedient, you’ll be punished. Let’s see if you dare to play tricks with me again in the
future.”
Seeing this woman did not respond for a long time, I lowered my head slightly, only to find that her
mouth was squeezed shut and teras flickered in her eyes. Seeing a thirty-year-old woman aggrieved
like a teenage girl suddenly made feel distressed.
“Don't, don't cry.” I couldn’t stand looking at women cry the most. When my sister cried, I almost died NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.
from feeling bad. Now that this woman cried, I suddenly didn’t know what to do.
“You hit me! Ever since a young age, my parents never hit me.” Hearing this, I felt even more guilty.
What made me the most distressed was that at the most critical moment, she slipped away again.
There was no reason for her leave this time, which made me so angry that I rolled eyes.
Half an hour later, Amanda drove me to Tranquility housing estate. She drove away after dropping me
off and left without asking anything extra. For a while, I had a new understanding of this woman: she
didn’t seem to be that unreasonable.
When I rang the doorbell again, Miss Emily came to open the door in person.
Today, she only stayed at home, but wore a short white skirt, just like those girls in college, quite pure
and beautiful.
“Hello, Miss Emily, we meet again.”
Sitting on the sofa, I couldn’t help but feel a little restrained. My eyes subconsciously looked at the
mirror, recalling the scene I saw that day.
Seeing my posture, Miss Emily seemed to have thought of something, and her face flushed.
“Don't keep calling Miss Emily Miss Emily. My name is Emily Peggy.”
She fixed her dress and sat opposite of me.
It seemed that because of what happened that day, she was even more awkward than me in her home.
“Yes. I heard my colleagues tell me that there is something wrong with your product? To be honest, this
is the first time we received such a complaint.” Actually, I was also a little puzzled.
As for breaking, it was impossible. How much might had to be used for it to break? I couldn’t help but
imagine, narrowing my eyes.