Love at First Night (Frank and Judith)

Chapter 258

“Mr. Taylor,” Myla greeted Frank with a guilty conscience. Frank responded indifferently, not even looking at Myla. Myla was afraid that Frank would still care about what had happened in the morning. So, she did not dare to stay any longer and walked faster toward the office. Frank looked at the glass of mango juice in Myla’s hand. Judith was allergic to mango juice and could not even touch it. Thinking of it, Frank followed Myla. Myla walked to Judith’s desk and smiled. “Ms. White, it was my fault this morning. In the future, I will take my work seriously and won’t allow such a thing to happen again. This is the juice I brought for you. It is fresh. Please enjoy it.” Judith looked up and found that it was mango juice. She instantly felt a lingering fear. She wondered, “Why is it mango juice?” Judith could not help but recall some images that made her feel pain. In the past, when Sherly was in a bad mood, she would always splash mango juice on Judith. And Judith didn’t want to recall that kind of pain for the rest of her life. She stared at the mango juice for a while and said coldly, “You take it. I’m full and can’t drink anymore.” Judith thought, “Sherly and Myla are friends. I have to be wary. Perhaps it is a trap set by Sherly to prove that I am Judith Cooper.” Hearing that, Myla frowned slightly and complained in her mind, “I am giving her face! And I have admitted my fault, but she didn’t give me a face!” “Ms. White, are you still unwilling to forgive me?” Myla’s tone was unhappy and her expression became gloomy.

Judith looked at her and said indifferently, “Myla, I aimed at your behavior, not you. It has nothing to do with whether I forgive you or not. Work at ease, and I appreciate your kindness.” Judith did not blame Myla. Myla’s employee was not Judith, but the Taylor Group. It all depended on the individual’s efforts. Myla heard that and felt a little better. “Ms. White, please drink the mango juice. Then I’ll know you have forgiven me.” Myla’s persistence made Judith more suspicious. She asked, “Give me mango juice… Whose suggestion?” Myla was slightly stunned. She did not understand why Judith asked this. It was just mango juice. Did she need anyone to remind her? Myla smiled and said, “Ms. White, why do you ask this? I don’t need anyone’s advice on buying a cup of mango juice. Or … do you suspect that there is something wrong with it?” Judith glanced at the mango juice. There was nothing wrong with it. The

problem was the person. More precisely, the problem was the person who wanted to give Judith the mango juice. “No, I just asked casually. Get back to work. I still have many things to do,” Judith said. And then she lowered her head and focused on her work. “Ms. White…” Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

“If Ms. White doesn’t want to drink, then give it to me. I just ate steak. It’s a bit salty.” Frank was standing outside the door and suddenly interrupted Myla. “Mr. Taylor…” Myla frowned and looked at Frank. “When did he come? He suddenly appeared, just like a ghost. I am almost scared.” Frank did not look at Myla. He took the mango juice in her hand and drank it using the straw. Judith widened her eyes and looked at Frank in confusion. She suddenly remembered that Frank knew her identity and that she was allergic to mango juice. Was he

helping her? When they had a meal together, she mentioned that she was allergic to mango juice. And she thought that Frank had other impure motives and she had better be careful of him. However, at this moment, Judith was grateful to Frank for helping her out.