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Nicole was fully aware that what transpired last night was not what Baron actually wanted.

Now, she felt awkward to face him. It was not that she didn't want to see him, but she never wished to put Baron in such a predicament because of her.

Feeling like she had no other choice but to see him, she hurried down and walked out of the Gu Group office building. As soon as she spotted Baron's car, she sauntered straight to the passenger seat and got in. She couldn't hide her surprise the moment she lifted her eyes and noticed him still had his suit on which he wore yesterday. His face was unkempt, and he looked tired.

"What's wrong with you? Did you stay up all night?"

Nicole asked as she had no inkling that he had been waiting for her the whole night.

"Did you go to Kerr's house last night?"

Even though Baron was quite sure in his heart, he still couldn't help asking. He never let his eyes wandered off her face. Seeing how uncomfortable she was because of his words, he opted to remain silent as he fought hard the anger that was about to consume him.

"That's what you want to ask me?"

Nicole deliberately changed the topic. For her, Baron misunderstanding her relationship with Kerr was the last thing she wanted to happen. To think that her relationship with Kerr now remained as clear as mud, sometimes, though she hated to admit it, she was confused herself when it came to her emotions.

"I want to apologize to you. I honestly didn't expect that my mom would do that. I have never thought about bringing you any harm. Trust me, Nicole. If possible, I genuinely hope to protect you at any cost.

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Baron expressed apologetically. He no longer wanted to hide how he felt for her as he didn't want to lose her. All he needed was to get this off his chest and openly pursue her.

"Baron," she countered. "You know I have always regarded you as my best friend. In Manhattan, when Jay was still a baby, it was you who took care of him. And I'm so grateful for that.

I am aware that you don't like the marriage arranged by your mother, but you can't use me as a pretense. I think you'd better go back and have a talk with her.

I accept your apology, but I can't take anyone to hurt Jay. So I'm sorry that I can't forgive your mother for slandering him."

It was true that back then in Manhattan,

Drugged one night by her ex-boyfriend, a mysterious man took advantage of her in an ecstatic night filled with sex.

To take her revenge, she married the man, and used him.

"As long as I'm alive, I'm still his legal wife, while all of you are just his mistresses."

She remained adamant even when he was involved in scandals with other women.

Eventually she stormed off after she learned that he had betrayed her again.But life brought her back to him a few years later, to his astonishment.

e conscientiously examined the set of documents sent to her. Initially, she planned to work overtime last night to finish all these data, but because of the emergency, she fell short in beating the deadline.

It was indeed undeniable that Kerr was helping her. He was doing this on purpose since he intended to ease her from some difficulties in her work.

"Thank you, Mr. Kang. Please send my thanks to Mr. Gu as well,"

Nicole politely acknowledged. She was not ungrateful, but she decided not to accept this friendship with Kerr. If possible, she ardently hoped that he would still treat her as an ordinary employee and nothing more.

"Director Ning, if you go personally to thank Mr. Gu, I believe that he can feel your sincerity more explicitly,"

Jared gently urged her. He refused to lose this moment in creating a chance for Kerr and Nicole to be together.

"I still have something to do now. I will thank Mr. Gu later,"

she stated matter-of-factly. Anyway, they had to go out for dinner tonight. She had to face it. So it didn't matter.

"Okay,"

Jared nodded and soon left her office. Glancing back at the documents, Nicole went over the data made by Kerr without any reservation. She had to admit that his work style was more sensitive and conscientious than hers.

She immersed herself in her work that she didn't notice how time flew. Darting her eyes at the wall clock, it was already past the closing time.

She gathered the files on her desk at once. Feeling satisfied that everything was in order, she hurriedly grabbed her bag and went downstairs.