Chapter Forty-five

Dahlia's POV

I knew Dai was upset about the whole issue but his words really cut deep in my heart. I couldn't defend myself, to tell him I love him and that I'm only doing this to fulfill the last wishes of Mr. Trump and his dear late wife's dreams of taking care of homeless children back in America through their orphanage and foundation.

I don't care about the money, I'm just grateful to Mr. Trump for helping me pay my student debts at the University and this is something I was going to be indebted to him for the rest of my life. I don't have the courage to return back to Mr. Trump's room, so I just go home.

I ignore dinner and head straight to bed, cried alil before falling asleep. The next days pass in a blur. One week has gone by since I signed the contract and everyone at the office isn't really aware of it. I don't plan to tell anyone.

Working with Dai is a pain in the arse, he always finds faults in everything I do and even few of the other employees are beginning to notice it,