Winning My Ex-Crush

Fenella’s POV

“I need to clean up in the restroom first,” I told Laird as soon as we reached the ground floor of the building.

“Over there,” Laird pointed to a hallway at the far left end of the building.

I took off my jacket and quickly covered my face and head with it, which was now wet. My steps hurriedly ran away from Laird alone. When I entered the ladies’ room, fortunately, there was no one.

I breathed a sigh of relief and immediately looked at myself in front of the mirror. Quickly, I combed my hair with my fingers as smoothly as possible. I took out the powder and lipstick and then looked at my entire face.

“Ouch!”

I groaned when I saw a few scratches from wounds on my cheeks, forehead, and chin. Fortunately, they were small, but there was a red mark. Quickly, I dampened the tissue with water and gently wiped away the wounds.

Luckily, I wore a jacket and a long turtleneck, so there were no scratches on my body. It’s just that my jacket and clothes were dirty, wet, smelled like coffee, and added tears and stretches at certain points. With a damp tissue, I cleaned my clothes as much as possible, but this is still not enough.

I needed clean, new clothes.

I grabbed my phone and immediately called Jessie. After five rings, he finally answered my call.

“Jessie, I need help,” I told him.

Then I recounted everything that had happened to him. Naturally, he joined in cursing in frustration after I told him.

“Oh my, how did this happen? Let’s video call so I can see how bad the injuries are.” Jessy requested a video call, and I accepted. With my phone camera, I showed him the small wounds on my face.

“Oh my! That bitch! We were supposed to have the clinic photoshoot today. This clearly won’t be possible now,” he sighed irritably.

“Can’t I just use makeup to cover the scratches?” I asked.

“I don’t know; I think that’s a bad idea, but we’ll try later after you get here. I’ll contact the clinic photoshoot department to confirm with the makeup artist. Damn it, we should sue that woman!” Jessy cursed angrily.

“No! Don’t do that,” I said, shaking my head.

“Why not? She started it, didn’t she?” He asked with a frustrated tone.

“No, I don’t want to cause more trouble for Laird. After all, she’s still his boss. I should have restrained myself, and now Laird will suffer because of my impulsive behavior.” I wiped my face, and tears suddenly flowed.

“Oh, dear, poor girl. In a professional capacity, I should scold you for not being able to restrain yourself from insults and mistreatment. But as a friend, I think you did the right thing by defending yourself and him.” He tried to calm me down during the video call.

“What should I do? I’m sure I’ve caused trouble for him,” I said between sobs.

“No, dear. Don’t worry. I’m sure he will understand you. Besides, he didn’t scold you earlier, did he?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, wiping my tears.

“Fix your hair and makeup, then hurry out to meet him. I’m sure he’s still waiting patiently for you.” Jessy’s voice sounded calming without judging me.

“But my clothes are very wet and dirty. I look disgusting.” I wrinkled my red nose and started to feel choked up.

“It’s okay, dear. You’ll just need to change clothes here. Don’t worry. He won’t be disgusted with you. Just make sure you quickly get into the car so no one else takes pictures of you in that outfit,” he hurriedly advised.

“Okay. Thank you, Jessy.” I sighed deeply and promptly hung up.

Alright, now I just need to fix my makeup. The wounds don’t look bloody, and they’ve dried up. I just need to cover the scars with powder. Suddenly, my phone rang, and I saw Laird calling me.

“Hey,” I answered.

“Fenella, are you done fixing yourself up?” he asked.

“Almost,” I replied hoarsely.

“Step out of the restroom for a moment. I’ve brought a spare shirt that’s still clean. I got it from the car,” he said.

“Really?” I blinked in surprise.

“Yes, come out now,” he said.

“Okay.”

I hung up and quickly opened the toilet door. Sure enough, Laird stood in front of the restroom, holding a light blue shirt. He immediately handed the shirt to me.

“Good thing I still had a spare shirt. Wear this; even though it’s a bit wrinkled, at least it’s clean and dry,” he said.

“Thank you, Laird.” I accepted the shirt with a thin smile.

After closing the toilet door, I walked back to the sink. I stared at myself in the mirror and took a long sigh. Right now, I felt completely disheveled, but Laird continued to be kind to me.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

What now? I must have caused him significant trouble. Rebecca would surely be very angry with him.

I worried about various worst-case scenarios that could happen to him because of my fight with Rebecca earlier. Would he be fired because of me? Wait, could he even be fired, considering he’s the senior partner’s son? It’s possible if he’s seen as bringing trouble like me into the office.

Ugh, this is so embarrassing. I should have made a good impression at his office. Instead, I caused a scene with his boss, who could determine his fate in the office.

I ran my fingers through my hair and bit my lower lip. For a moment, I calmed myself and tried to cool my head. After some thought, now isn’t the time to dwell and worry about many things.

Laird was still waiting outside for me. Jessy must also be busy at the office sorting out the photoshoot issue and my clothes.

No longer wanting to stay idle, I finally changed into Laird’s light blue shirt. I took off my t-shirt, jacket, and bra because they were all completely wet. I wiped my body briefly with a wet tissue, and once I was sure I was clean enough, I put on his shirt.

The shirt was a bright light blue, and I could see the outline of my body under the bright lights. Damn, the cold air and the remnants of water made my nipples stiff and quite noticeable through the shirt. I then tried to adjust the shirt so it wouldn’t cling too tightly to my chest.

I applied powder, thickened my lipstick, and made sure the wounds on my face were somewhat covered with powder. I wasn’t sure if this was healthy, but these weren’t serious wounds gaping wide open. Just small scratches, so I think there shouldn’t be any health issues later on.

I combed my hair with both hands until it was completely straight again. I styled my hair and brought it forward to perfectly cover my shirt at the chest.

As I walked out of the bathroom, Laird was indeed still faithfully waiting for me in front of the door. He observed my face and wounds.

“You look decent. Come on, let’s get out of here,” he urged quickly.