hapter 177 Learning to Be My Own Anchor
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“Ms. Mayfield. Jace greeted me with a smile the moment he saw me walking over. That smile was enough to make my heart flutter, like a breeze brushing past on a warm spring day
I had to admit, there was something uniquely captivating about a young, handsome guy. He was a sight all on his own.
“Be careful,” I reminded him softly, then headed into the office.
Walking in. I noticed a heart–shaped chocolate sitting on the edge of Jace’s little desk.
A few young office assistants were whispering and giggling nearby. Among them was my assistant, Kate, who was hiding her flushed face against her desk like she wanted to disappear.
“Ms. Mayfield” she called out, springing to her feet as soon as she noticed me.
I nodded and went into my own office. Not long after, she brought in a stack of documents for me to sign
It was nearly lunchtime when Jace came in, shirt clinging to his body from sweat. He shook his head, his thick black hair messy and damp, and then immediately noticed the chocolate on his desk.
He glanced around dramatically and picked it up. “Which lovely lady left me this little gift? Thanks, but sorry, I don’t ear
sweets.
Kate blushed furiously and stood up. “It’s imported, not sweet at all. Try it, you’ll see.
Jace looked over at me, then turned back to Kate and said gently, “Thanks for the thought. But I just don’t eat these.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle and shake my head at the scene. With looks like his, Jace was bound to attract attention wherever he went. He had this bright, cheerful energy about him–youthful and optimistic, like sunshine in human form.
People began leaving the office in pairs and groups for lunch. I was about to head out, too, having made plans to meet
Melanie.
Just as I stood up, Jace suddenly peeled off his shirt in the empty office, revealing a lean, lightly muscled body radiating the raw charm of a man in his prime. Then he turned and winked at me. For a second, my heart skipped a beat
But then again, good physiques didn’t impress me that much anymore; Shawn had also kept himself in great shape.
As I passed him, I casually said, “Put your shirt back on. The AC’s blasting–you’ll catch a cold.”
“Ms. Mayfield, where are you heading? Let me treat you to lunch today.” Jace offered, as sincere as ever.
“No need. I’m meeting a friend,” I said, walking straight out.
He threw on a plain white T–shirt and chased me to the door, calling after me, “Ms. Mayfield, is your friend a guy or a girl?”
“It’s a person,” I replied without missing a beat, heading toward my car.
Jace stood frozen in the doorway for a long while.
I got to the restaurant first. Sitting by the window, I let my eyes wander across the scenery. After a morning of non–stop work, the stillness felt like peace settling over any soul.
In my previous life, I had no job. Every day felt hollow like something vital was missing. I couldn’t remember who said it, but the thought had stuck with me: Everyone needs a belief to hold onto. A purpose, a person, a dream. Without that anchor, it’s easy to lose yourself, to feel like life has no meaning.
Right now, my belief is this: I have people who truly love and support me. They are the reason I want to become better, stronger, and happier.
Chapter 177 Learning to Be My Own Anchor
I laughed and studied her face. “Your skin’s looking really nice lately. Guess love really does make you glow.”
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“I’m wearing makeup!” she said, grinning. “Took a freelance job today. Oh, by the way, I’m using the same set of products you gave me. You said they’re not sold in stores, right? Is that true?”
I nodded. “Yep. A rich lady I know introduced them to me. They’re not available on the market.”
“They’re amazing,” Melanie sighed. “The top–tier stuff is never meant for ordinary folks like us. Even if we wanted it, we couldn’t afford it‘
“Maintaining a good mindset is the best beauty secret of all,” I said, smiling.
“Now that’s something I like to hear. Her mood instantly perked up. “Oh, right! Did you see Mr. Hayes‘ interview yesterday!”
My eyelid twitched. I knew she was going to bring that up. I’d only caught the interview by coincidence when I turned on the
- TV.
“Yeah. I happened to see it, I admitted.
“So, what did you think?” She gave me a knowing look. “You’re divorced now, no strings attached. High–quality men are probably lining up just to get a smile from you.”
I chuckled at her teasing but didn’t take it seriously.
“After the divorce, I want to focus on work for a few years. That’s it.”
Melanie sighed, “I totally get where you’re coming from.”
“I’m just one case. Don’t lose faith in marriage because of me,” I said, trying to comfort her.
Melanie tilted her head and looked at me. “Tiffany, if you can’t even make a marriage work, then what hope is there for someone like me with my short fuse? You’re known as calm, collected, patient, devoted, loving wife and mother.”
Melanie’s words left a bitter taste in my mouth.
I gave a bitter laugh. “All of this was just me thinking I was doing the right thing. But it wasn’t what he or Yuna wanted. There’s nothing worth showing off
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