Brettley smiled a little. “What I did when I was drunk isn’t worth you recalling it.”
Brettley lowered his gaze as he looked at the design proposals once again. “Since you think that the proposals aren’t good enough, what suggestions do you have?”
“I have some.”
Seeing how Brettley had changed to a different topic, Bethan smiled coldly. She continued discussing work with him.
She took out a piece of A4 paper that she requested from Bonnie before and placed it on the table.
“These are my thoughts.”
Brettley furrowed his brows. He picked up the paper and compared them in detail with the design proposals.
Hints of surprise flashed across his eyes.
His father was right–Bethan was indeed a gifted woman. Her revisions to the design proposal hit the nail on the head and instantly made the otherwise mediocre work shine.
“Bethan is talented and skilled. I hope you can put aside your judgment of her and hire her. You won’t regret it. Also, aren’t you trying to find Bethan Peterson?
I’ve heard rumors that Bethan is somehow connected to Bethan Peterson.”
Adrian’s words the night before still rang in Brettley’s ears. He furrowed his brows and hid the delight in his eyes.
After a while, he calmly lifted his head and elegantly placed the paper down.
“It’s not bad.”
“It’s just some of my personal opinions.”
Bethan lowered her head and smiled gently. “I’m nothing compared to your staff with a great education background.”
Her words were so humble that Brettley could say nothing of it.
He furrowed his brows and elegantly picked up the pen by the side. He took another piece of blank paper and copied the contents on the paper Bethan gave him.
Although Bethan loathed him to the bones, she had to admit that Brettley’s actions at that moment were very heartwarming.
He knew she was a newcomer to the department of design; it was not right of her to give her ideas.
Thus, he copied her suggestions on another paper with his own handwriting. That way, it would save her some trouble. He could also let the people in the design department know that this was his instructions.
She had to give it to him; he was smart when it came to work.
However…
Bethan noticed the pen that Brettley was using. It was a rather old pen, and there was a bite mark at the tip of the pen, too.
This was the pen that she gave him for one of his birthdays.
She was still a student back then who did not have much money. She saved up for a few months to buy him that pen.
It was that one night after work that Bethan, out of sheer hunger, groggily got up and unwrapped the box of snacks to munch on.
It turned out that she accidentally unwrapped the gift that she gave Brettley and took a bite on the pen.
She initially thought Brettley would despise the pen, but she did not expect that Brettley would put the pen in his shirt pocket. “A pen with a bite mark. It’s quite special. Thank you.”
He was gentle and kind back then, and she fell hard for him.
From then onward, she would chase after his every step, not caring if anyone objected. She had to marry him.
Bethan knew he never liked her once. She thought that she could melt his cold heart with her fervent passion.
Alas, he remained aloof to her feelings.
Bethan was perplexed. Only she and he knew the origin of this pen. That meant if he threw this pen away, no one would realize that his love for his ex-wife was fake.
Why had he kept this pen all along? He even used it…
“Ms. Bethan.”
Brettley’s voice suddenly brought her back to the present.
Rattled and dazed, she immediately retracted her gaze. “Mr. Morrison, have you finished writing?”
“Yes.”
Brettley inserted the piece of paper into the file. He swept a glance at the pen. “You like my pen?”
She had eyed the pen for a long time.
Bethan nodded. She smiled rather embarrassingly. “I didn’t expect your pen would have a bite mark on it.”
Mr. Morrison glanced at the tiny dent on his pen. “This isn’t a bite mark. I accidentally hit it against something.”
Bethan’s heart instantly turned cold. “I see.”
She chuckled gently, but her smile did not reach her eyes.
“I won’t bother Mr. Morrison anymore.”
Bethan picked up the files, turned, and left. The office door was shut once again.
Brettley looked at her leaving and squinted.
He lowered his head, wanting to continue writing when he saw the piece of A4 paper on his table.
Bethan’s writing was neat and pretty. The handwriting…
Brettley furrowed his brows and picked up the paper, positive that this was Bethan’s handwriting.
The writing, however, felt awfully familiar.
Suddenly, a thought came to him. He immediately picked up his phone and called Lucas.
“Head back to Blue Bay Villa. On the topmost shelf in my study, get me Bethan Peterson’s diary.”
Lucas was a little stunned and confused. “Sir, why do you want to see her diary out of the blue?”
Truth be told, Lucas did not want to enter Brettley’s study. Many of the things in his study have to do with Bethan Peterson, and Lucas found it depressing.
Previously, he found it depressing because he knew Bethan Peterson was dead. At that moment, he found it depressing because he found out she was not dead.
Although she did not die, she forced Brettley to suppress his heart. He could only wait for her to come back.
“Get me the diary. Also, get me a handwriting expert.”
Everyone secretly eyed Bethan from the corner of their eyes when she returned to the design department, trying to see the disappointment on her face after their president reprimanded her.
However, there were none.
Bethan calmly carried the pile of documents back to her desk.
Bonnie, next to Bethan, pushed up her glasses as she looked at Bethan carefully. “Did the proposal go through?”
Looking at Bethan, she did not look like she got scolded.
It was worth mentioning that a few designers had gone to the president’s office and came back with a scolding before Bethan went.
Some with a fragile ego went in with full confidence only to come back in tears.
According to rumors, Brettley, the president, would never lose his temper. He would only use his deadly cold glares. It was so terrifying they would automatically admit to their mistakes.
Every lady who went to the president’s office swore that they would never head back there again.
However, Bethan looked…
Was it because the proposal had been approved, and that was why Bethan looked so calm?
“No, “
Bethan flatly replied, then she poured herself some tea. “The president said that there are quite some issues with it.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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