?


    Not long after Sullivan left, Ruby sent him a message.


    Ruby: [Sullivan, I''m really busy today, I might not have time for dinner. Don''t wait for me, sorry.]


    She sent the message, but there was no reply from Sullivan.


    By the time evening came and N was packing up to leave, she noticed that Ruby was still at her desk.


    Raising an eyebrow, she asked, "Ruby, why haven''t you left yet? I thought all the work for today was done."


    Ruby stiffened for a moment before forcing a smile. "There are a few more data points I want to double-check to avoid any mistakes. You go ahead. I''ll stay a bit longer."


    N nodded. "Alright, but don''t stay toote. Go home early."


    "Okay," Ruby replied.


    After N left, Ruby lingered in the office for a while before finally turning off herputer and heading out.


    An hour earlier, Sullivan had sent her the address of the restaurant, along with a pitiful picture of himself in a cab, his arm in a cast.


    Ruby chose to ignore it, but her mood was still affected.


    Sullivan was clearly using his past kindness as leverage to get her to go out with him, but she didn''t want to feel obligated to be with him just because of his favors.


    After thinking it over for a while, she decided to pretend she hadn''t seen his message and went straight home.


    When N got into the car, she was surprised to find that Damon was the one driving.


    "Did the driver take the day off?" she asked.


    Damon nced at her, a smile in his eyes. "Come sit in the front. We''re going out to eat today."


    Noticing his good mood, N


    moved to the front seat and buckled


    her seatbelt. "Why are we suddenly going out? Did thepanynd a going-out?


    big deal today, and you''re celebrating?"


    Damon started the car and raised an eyebrow. "Yes, we''re celebrating, but not because of a business deal."


    "Then what''s it for?" N asked.


    "Guess. If you get it right, I''ll reward you," he said.


    N thought for a moment. Today wasn''t anyone''s birthday, nor was it a special anniversary.


    "I can''t guess. Just tell me," she said.


    "It''s the anniversary of the first time we met," Damon said casually.


    N was stunned. The first time they met?


    "But wasn''t our first meeting at my wedding to rk?" she asked.


    Although she hated rk now for betraying her, she still remembered that day vividly. Before marrying rk, she was sure she had never met Damon.


    After all, Damon was so handsome. If she had met him, she would have remembered.


    Damon chuckled. "Of course not.


    You remember the day you married


    him so clearly, but you don''t


    by elkee


    remember when we first met? Isn''t that unfair to me?"


    "If you were married, I bet you''d remember that day too," N said tly. Damon continued with a teasing smile. "It depends on when you decide to marry me." N shot him a yful re. "You still haven''t told me. When did we first meet?"


    "I won''t tell you. You figure it out. If you can''t remember, then forget it," Damon replied.


    Her curiosity piqued, she couldn''t help but ask, "Mr. Sumner, are you telling me that when we first met, you already had designs on me?"


    A glint of amusement flickered in Damon''s eyes. Without hiding his intentions, he admitted, "Yes."


    At that time, N was still with


    rk, and they were very happy. Although Damon had been attracted to her, he hadn''t intended to cause trouble between himself and rk over a woman.