Hate To Love You My Billionaire Lover

“Why don’t you just take a long vacation or something? If he is in the area, you could apply to work for half days only. You’ve never bargained for a raise or promotion, I’m sure they’d give it to you!”

“Melissa, I want to be with him as much as possible before I lose him forever. I don’t want to work.”

“Hey, it’s up to you. I’m just trying to get you to consider reality.”

When she first entered her contract with Travis Cooper, she used to be a teacher in a charity-run school in order to hide her whereabouts from her grandfather. By selling her body to protect her grandfather, she thought she was acting nobly.

And when her grandfather became sick and the family business fell apart, she took revenge on her grandfather’s betrayers with Travis’s help. The mastermind of the backstabbers lost everything. Since then, she could no longer label herself as the victim with a pure mind.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

She did not have the courage to monitor the fate of the Sanchez Group because she did not want to see the names of the familiar faces and hear their stories. Arianna could not even continue to work in the charity school because she feared ruining the innocence of the children. Thus, she had to find new employment.

It was likely her academic standings, in conjunction with her work experience at home and abroad, that helped her land this job so easily. Her beautiful appearance probably also played a role in passing through the company’s horrible application system.

The reason for her resignation was vague. She would rather pay the fine to leave the company as soon as possible than waste another second away from her grandfather.

Her young boss, Charles, tried to persuade her to stay but failed quickly. He asked her if she needed a letter of recommendation from the company; however, Arianna declined. Then he smiled and asked, “Are you going to marry someone?”

Arianna chuckled and shook her head.

“Well, I hope you take care, Arianna.” Charles signed his name at the bottom of the resignation paper and personally called human resources to complete the procedure as quickly as possible.

When she left the office building, Arianna suddenly had a bit of regret. Although she had no enthusiasm for the job, it was her shelter and habitat after all. If not for spending dozens of hours in this place every week, who knows what she would have been doing to make her money.

It was not impossible to take several months off, but there was a little superstition in her heart. There were always end dates for vacations. The day her vacation time expired could be the day her grandfather passed away. And once she thought about it that way, she became afraid of the phrase ‘taking leave.’

Now that she was unemployed, she would be able to spend as much time with her grandfather as possible before he died.

Arianna applied to work as a volunteer in the research center where her grandfather was staying. This would allow her to be there for long periods of time every day. The hospital was very strict with family visits otherwise.

Dr. Lynch offered her a position as his assistant, doing a little work every day, but enjoying much more free time than the volunteers.

She was afraid of appearing in front of her grandfather from time to time, but she stayed in a place not far from him. Arianna watched him walk with a stooped waist in the morning and then play chess with his ward-mate.

Arianna got to know a lot of the patients at work. Some of them regarded her as a close friend, sharing lots of personal stories with her. She had not been a sociable person in her teenage years, and her social skills were even worse in adulthood.

However, in this abnormal environment, she felt like she was truly integrating into it. These men and women with mental illnesses had their own little worlds, and Arianna could actually understand them.

One patient was an old woman who used to be a dancer when she was young. She taught Arianna several dance moves every day. Arianna had mastered the essentials of a few exotic moves in a short period of time.

Another male patient asked her to talk to him about anything. Arianna mixed her memories with fairy tales to make it easy to talk, but also she avoided reliving them this way.

There was an adorable little boy who was only seven years old and was admitted into the ward. He was scared because he had witnessed his parents’ death in a car accident. Arianna went to see him every day. He had no words or any expression, but he would cry for hours when she left.

Later, she changed her visits to nighttime and talked to him for half an hour. When he became sleepy, she read him bedtime stories so he could fall asleep.

Every day there were also four or five old people who gathered together to sing songs with the accompaniment of an accordion. But one day, the accordionist was sick, and the others were worried and restless. Then all of the others seemed on the verge of falling seriously ill as well.

Luckily, Arianna happened to know how to play the accordion, although she was not very skilled. She played for them for thirty minutes every day and actually enjoyed herself.

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Arianna was getting more and more adapted to her life at the sanatorium. She felt like she had even become a member of the little band she played accordion for.

The advantage of blending into this group was when she was still maintaining a safe distance from her grandfather. He actually approached her proactively.

The first time, he said to her, “Did you transfer to work here? This nurse uniform looks good on you.”

The second time he noticed, “Your eyes are swollen. Did you drink water before going to bed last night?”

The third time he exclaimed, “Girl, you are losing weight again.”

Later, her grandfather found her under the dark sky after sunset, so he invited her to watch the sunrise with him the next day.

Arianna filed an application so she could accompany her grandfather outside in the morning. This was a formality required by the hospital to cover liability policies and ensure the safety of their patients. Dr. Lynch was kind enough to agree to oversee the little journey.