My Secretive Fragile Wife

Chapter 12 Call Me Harold From Now On

He knew very well what sort of woman she was!

When Dylan thought of the coffee-stained documents, he went to the study. He'd have to bring them to the office and get someone to make him a copy.

The moment he walked in, he noticed that someone had moved the things on his desk.

Apart from Aunt Layla and Jacob, nobody was allowed to step foot in here, not even Brianna.

Who could it be?

Had Emily snuck into his study?

He strode over to the desk and noticed that there were some handwritten, translated documents on it. He took a look at it and saw that the handwriting was neat and tidy.

Dylan frowned. Had Emily written these?

Could she speak Country A's language?

He found it rather hard to believe.

He was about to put down the documents and make things clear with Emily when a note fell out. It wrote, "I'm sorry that I came into your study without your permission, but it's my fault that your documents got wet, so I tried my best to restore them. It's not easy to learn Country A's language, so I translated the documents to make them easier for you to understand. Take it as me making up for wetting the documents. From, Emily."

...

Dylan gazed at the note, then flipped through the handwritten translations. It appeased him slightly.

As he stared at the neat handwriting, he suddenly felt a little curious about Emily.

Why did she know how to speak such an unpopular language?

Dylan put down the note and brought the documents to the office.

When Emily got up, it was already noon. She felt a little embarrassed at having overslept. Aunt Layla had even already prepared lunch.

Aunt Layla smiled and said, "Things are normally very quiet around here. Young Master doesn't sleep in at all, and things have only started feeling more alive with you around."

Emily smiled. "Doesn't Miss Rose come here often?"

Aunt Layla's expression stiffened. Was Emily jealous?

In fact, Emily didn't mean anything by it. She'd merely asked that in passing, and she regretted it almost instantly.

"No, not often. Young Master used to treat her really coldly before..." Aunt Layla found it odd as well. Why had Dylan's attitude changed after that business trip?

Brianna had been by his side for so many years, yet he'd never fallen in love with her. How'd he fallen for her in a matter of days?

Aunt Layla just couldn't figure it out.

Emily supposed that it wasn't just women that were hard to understand. Men were equally confusing.

Especially a man like Dylan.

Emily didn't want to bum around now that she was out of a job. Right now, she had to get herself a steady job. It looked like she wouldn't be getting her mother's belongings back any time soon.

She didn't have much money left either. She didn't have much to spend on, but her mother did.

Emily went out after having lunch.

It was really difficult for someone like her to get a job. She didn't have a proper education or any working experience.

After running into several dead ends, Emily had no choice but to look around for jobs that didn't have such high requirements.

There was an exclusive restaurant that was hiring servers.

She didn't need to have an education for this. As long as she was clever and quick-witted enough, she was fine. The most important thing for her at the moment was to get herself some money, so she went for an interview.

Though Emily didn't have a degree certificate, she'd still been to university. She spoke and acted rationally, and she was quick on her feet.

The restaurant manager told her that she could start the next day.

Now that she had a job, Emily felt much happier. She strolled along the roadside after leaving the restaurant.

The setting sun left streaks of crimson and orange in the sky.

Emily looked somewhat lonely as she walked alone, her shadow was her only companion.

"Emily."

When she heard her name, Emily turned in the direction that the voice was coming from. Harold ran towards her from the opposite side of the road.

"I thought I was seeing things." He said with a smile.

"Dr. Johns." Emily was surprised to see him again. "What are you still doing here?"

He looked at Emily hesitantly. "I'm working here now."

Emily recalled how enthusiastic the dean of the hospital had been the other day.

"That hospital's probably giving you really great benefits, huh?" She said rather enviously.

She hadn't graduated from university because she'd been busy taking care of her mother, and it made finding a job that much harder.

Harold smiled gently. "They're not bad."

If it weren't for the fact that she wasn't returning to Country A, he wouldn't have chosen to stay here regardless of the benefits.

There were too many people and matters that he didn't want to think about back here.

Emily looked up at the darkening sky. She'd already been back here for close to two months.

Now, she felt somewhat lost.

It wasn't an easy feat to take back the things that belonged to her and her mother.

Harold sensed her turbulent emotions and reached out to tuck her hair behind her ear. "You can tell me if you have any problems."

Emily shook her head with a smile. He'd already helped her plenty.

Harold had spent enough time to know the way her mind worked. Emily was the type who would rather suffer on her own than owe others.

"You're too stubborn."

She was so stubborn that it made his heart ache.

Emily pursed her lips. It wasn't that she was unwilling to owe others. She was just afraid that she wouldn't be able to repay the favour.

After all, she had nothing.

"It's almost nighttime. Aren't you heading home, Dr. Johns?" Emily asked.

She'd always referred to him that way.

"Emily." Harold looked at her. "Can you not call me Dr. Johns from now on?"

His gaze was serious. "You can call me by name or anything else that you want. We've known each other for so long now that calling me Dr. Johns is just putting distance between us, don't you think?"

Emily gave it some thought. He'd always cared for her like an elder brother. "How about Harold?"

"Yeah." Harold took the chance to get closer to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. He chuckled and said, "Harold it is."

"Dylan, isn't that Miss Davis?"

Dylan was driving, so he wasn't paying attention to the pedestrians walking along the road. When Brianna mentioned this, he looked in the direction that she was pointing.