Was she really too professional to get rejected?

Lu Tian took note of the paint on the wall as well as the color of the chairs throughout the therapy as that made it easy for him to replace her with her boss.

He might be known as cold and feelingless but Shen Xuan has always been that one friend who always stands by you him.

He did not hear about what happened to his family which was not surprising since he has been too busy to know what is happening in everyone's life.

The least he could do was accept the arrangement he made for him. He also watched the woman closely when she was trying to persuade him.

She was very beautiful, just like that woman, the woman who made him this way but her professionalism was what caught his attention and he was subconsciously pleased with the fact that she was trying to help his friend out.

"You are doing well. Your hands are doing better. You are the first person I have met who has had such a quick recovery.

"Shen was right. You should be better after two more therapy," she told him with an encouraging smile.

"Are we done?" he asked her impatiently.

******

She dropped to the sofa and glanced at the closed door. Did she just survive touching his fingers?

She rushed to the fridge and got herself cold water. If anyone knew how repulsive he was to women stepping into his personal space, it was her.

She has not experienced it personally but out of the mouth of two or three . . .

That man hated women to the core but he agreed to the therapy session that would require a lot of skin contact and he did not put a knife to her neck when she touch him for the first time.

She had hesitated and glanced at him but he did not look like he had a problem with her touching him. She admired his determination to get better and she was impressed by his speedy recovery.

Her phone vibrated. She picked up her smartphone from the CEO's working desk and read the text message she just received.

She clenched her teeth to avoid screaming out in frustration. "I think I made progress," she said under her breath.

*********

"Ruoruo, how was your day?" she asked her as usual. "Hope you had a good day."

"I did. I make enough from the part-time job I got at the library," Ruoruo replied with her usual excitement.

Lin Jing listened carefully for detail that might inform her that her sister was hiding anything from her because she knew the girl will never give her a negative answer.

"Hope the job is not too stressful. You sound tired," she commented worriedly. "If it is too demanding, you can stop. I will take care of you until you graduate from college," she promised her sister.

"I have always told you that I am fine and I saw the bag you sent. It was beautiful but too expensive. You send me the cash if you have excess," Ruoruo scolded her jovially.

When she heard that usual jovial tone, she smiled and sighed. Her sister was truly fine and safe. "Where is dad?" she then thought of asking after feeling assured of her sister's safety.

"He went on a fishing trip with his new friend," Ruoruo replied.

She froze and frowned. "He always has one new friend or the other," she commented tiredly. "I hope he returns safely and tell him to pick up my calls."

"Aren't you tired of calling him?" Ruoruo asked feeling sorry for her sister.

"Talking to me is the only thing he can do as a father now. Tell him to pick my call if he truly feels guilty," Lin Jing replied and glared at the glass of wine on the table.

"How is work? Are you okay?" she heard her sister ask her from the other side.

She paused unable to answer the question. She has always found it hard to answer this question whenever her sister asks.

"Are you okay? You also sound tired, you must have worked hard today," her sister continued.

She smiled, at least she had someone worried about her.

"I believe I did well today and I had a busy day. My boss left some of his VIP clients in my care. One of them was a little difficult but it was successful," she told her sister thoughtfully. "I believe I did well."

"No, not that, you know what I am talking about," Ruoruo corrected her very carefully.

"Don't ask me about that again. It is wrong for you to do so but I am also doing well. I am," she replied her sister difficultly and closed her eyes as she massaged her temple.

"I am glad that you are safe," her sister told her in her jovial sincere voice. She smiled and stood up.

"Sleep early, you have to go to school tomorrow," she advised her younger sister as she walked to the massage chair close to the ceiling to floor window of her room.

The view before her was wonderful, that was why she chose this apartment among many others.

"I will sleep well, you should also take care of yourself," came her younger sister's reply from the other end.

She called her boss as soon as her sister hung up and she was seated comfortably on the massage chair. "Mr. Shen, I did not disappoint you," she told him when they were done exchanging pleasantries.

"You did not. I just spoke to him. He called to console me. He would have ordered me to get dragged back into the country if you failed," her boss replied with melancholy in his voice.

"You must have a precious friendship with him."

"Yes, but your professionalism was what made him patient with you," he told her seriously.

She shook her head. What professionalism? She did nothing special to make him stay.

"It was all because of your friendship or I would have died simply because I touched his hand."

Her boss laughed softly on the other end. "You are funny, don't exaggerate. Thank you for all you did and you will certainly have more to do tomorrow. I will not disturb your rest."

"Wait," she stopped him from hanging up. "Are you okay?"