Chapter 3 Haven't Had Enough
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Frederic's hand holding the wine glass tightened, and his heart throbbed.
That day, when Scarlett attempted suicide, Joey called him many times because she was in pain due to her menstrual cramp. At first, he answered, but later, in anger, he just rejected them all.
Was this the reason she wanted to break up with him?
Frederic kept his head low, listening to the insults and curses from Martin and Jason directed at this scumbag. He was so lost in thoughts that he didn't even feel the burn on the back of his hand by the cigarette on his fingers.
Throughout the evening, he was restless.
In the past, if he hadn't returned by this time, Joey would have already called, worrying about his whereabouts.
But now it was already past one in the morning, and he hadn't received a single text, let alone a call.
He suddenly had a bad premonition, so he extinguished the cigarette butt immediately and left with his phone.
Just as he stepped out of the bar, he saw a little girl approaching him with a basket of fresh flowers.
The girl asked him with a smile, "Sir, would you like to buy some flowers for your girlfriend?"
Frederic gazed at the basket of vibrant champagne roses; suddenly, the phrase "just coax her" from Martin flashed through his mind.
So, he said, "Pack everything up for me."
The girl was overjoyed and promptly packaged the flowers beautifully before handing them to Frederic, all the while smiling and uttering a stream of blessings.
Finally, a slight ease appeared on Frederic's gloomy face.
He took out several hundred dollar bills from his wallet and handed them to the girl.
But when he returned home with the flowers in his arms, it wasn't the petite figure that greeted him, but the maid.
"Sir, you're back. I've made you some sobering soup. Would you like some?"
Frederic furrowed his brows, staring upstairs. "Is she asleep?"
The maid paused for a moment, then immediately said, "Ms. Renfro has left. She asked me to give this to you."
Frederic took an envelope from the maid's hand.
Upon opening it, he found it was a breakup letter.
He was so furious that the veins on his forehead were throbbing. He crumpled the letter into a ball and threw it into the trash can, then took out his phone and called Joey.
The phone rang for a long time before it was finally answered on the other end.
Joey's slightly hoarse voice came through the receiver.
"Yes?"
Frederic's well-defined large hand gripped the cell phone tightly. Grinding his teeth, he asked, "Are you sure about this?"
"I'm sure!" Joey replied calmly.
"Joey Renfro, don't you regret it!"
With that, Frederic ended the call and went upstairs with a stern expression.
The voice of the maid came from behind. "Sir, these flowers..."
"Throw them away!"
Without a backward glance, he left a curt command and walked away.
Just as he walked to the bedroom door, he noticed the white Samoyed with a peace pendant around its neck.
He had seen it on Joey's i********:. She said it resembled her unwavering affection for the one she loved most.
It turned out that the dog was what she loved the most.
Frederic gritted his teeth in anger.
He snatched the necklace from the Samoyed, Buddy's neck, and put it into his own pocket.
Buddy barked at him.
He glared at it irritably. "What are you barking for? She doesn't even want you anymore!"
After saying that, he slammed the door shut with a loud bang.
The next morning, Frederic habitually reached out his arm to pull someone close as he woke up.
Feeling the emptiness, he abruptly opened his eyes, realizing that Joey was not there.
He suddenly felt an unbearable blockage in his chest.
Every morning before, he used to start the day with a unique "breakfast" with Joey.
Watching the woman beneath him indulging in pleasure, he always had an indescribable feeling in his heart.
That feeling was like poison, slowly seeping into his marrow.
Now, he found himself unable to control the desire to go to Joey.
However, the thought of her leaving without a word made him furious.
Trying to get him to go to her? No way!
Frederic came down from upstairs and saw his assistant, Scott Terry, standing in the living room, holding a cell phone and apparently chatting with someone.
He walked over and glanced. "So busy?"
Scott immediately stopped what he was doing and asked with concern, "Mr. Adamson, is Ms. Renfro seriously ill? Should we go to the hospital to check?"
Puzzled, Frederic asked, "Did she tell you that?"
"Yeah, she just applied for a week off. I was just wondering why she would go through the standard procedure with me when she could have just told you directly."
Frederic's deep eyes narrowed slightly. "Did you approve it?"
"Just did. Let Ms. Renfro rest at home. I'll take care of the work."
Scott believed that Frederic would definitely praise him for his high efficiency in handling affairs.
Unexpectedly, he heard a cold voice saying, "Never again."
*****
Joey took a week off work due to excessive blood loss from surgery.
The moment she returned to the office, her colleagues complained about a miserable week filled with long hours of overtime work until late every day.
Scott was deducted hundreds of thousands in quarterly bonuses by Frederic for approving a week's leave for her.
Joey knew that the money was Scott's wedding expenses, and it was gone just like that because of her.
She briefly discussed work matters with her colleagues and then knocked on the door of the CEO's office.
Upon entering, she saw Frederic in a black suit sitting at his desk.
The man's expression was cold and weary, with sharp and handsome features. His deep eyes revealed a casual allure.
His entire demeanor exuded a cold and aristocratic temperament.
His expression was faint, and his gaze only lingered on Joey for a few seconds before returning to his work.
Reencountering him, Joey couldn't deny the heartache.
Seven years ago, it was this cold, handsome man who had attracted her, leading her to disregard everything and come to his side.
However, she never expected that Frederic would treat her years of deep affection as only a s****l relationship.
Joey concealed her emotions as much as possible and walked up to Frederic, adopting a business-like tone.
"Mr. Adamson, is it because I proposed to break up that upset you? If you have any issues with me, address them with me directly; don't involve others."
Frederic chuckled dismissively. "If you don't want me to involve others, move back in, and I can forget everything."
A bitter expression appeared on Joey's face as she handed over her resignation letter, prepared in advance.
"Mr. Adamson, not only will I not move back in, but I'm also resigning. This is my resignation letter. I hope you find someone to take over my responsibilities soon."
Frederic looked at the resignation letter handed over by Joey; his fingertips gripped the pen so tightly it turned pale on the tips.
His deep eyes were fixed unwaveringly on Joey.
"What if I don't approve?"
Joey's lips curved into a nice smile. "Mr. Adamson, as you said back then, if one of us gets tired of playing, it would be time to part ways. If you don't let me go, I might think you can't handle it."
Upon hearing the words, Frederic immediately stood up from his chair and walked over to Joey.
He grasped her chin in his hand, his fingertips constantly grazing her fair and smooth cheeks.
His voice carried a strong sense of oppression.
"Joey, it's not that I can't handle it; it's that I haven't had enough of it!"
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