Chapter 64: Chapter 64

**Cassie’s POV**

Being with Derek is inevitable. Aside from being my boss, which eventually led me to see him every single day except if he did not bother me during my day off, I still see him, and he still goes to my apartment like it is his second house.

But he suddenly got an appointment again in Hong Kong, and I can't be with him on his business trip since I am a single mother to my son and I have to take care of him. It is okay if Charlie has no schooling, but he is attending class, so it is a no for me.

Besides, he will be gone for a couple of months, and I will be in a work-from-home situation. It is his suggestion, by the way. He said that it would be better if I worked in a much safer environment, away from those two-faced office workers.

I manage to go to the airport, and I have to talk to Angel. She is the one who will be with Derek on the whole trip.

"This is annoying," they said in chorus. It is so ironic that they can work in synchronization, but they do not get along that well.

I cannot help but cackle at their situation. I hope I can stop calling it destiny for some reason.

"Just deal with it for a few months," I suggest to them.

"I want to pass my resignation letter now. It is unhealthy to work with a boss who can pay well but still keeps being annoying, so the pay is not worth it at all." Angel deserves an award for being too savage.

"If you are not acting like a parrot who talks and talks so loud, maybe I can have a better and more peaceful life," Derek retorted back, which made Angel gasp in surprise.

"Wow?! And who is the only person besides Cassie who can tolerate you? You pervert, womanizer, and a bit of troublemaker?" Okay, I think I need to stop them now!

"Okay, relax; stop fighting. The business trip is not officially starting, but I doubt you both can survive and stop stabbing each other's necks if you continue to argue."

At last, they both go into silence. Angel suddenly asked me if I could accompany her inside the lady's room. I said it was fine, and we left our boss on the seat to take off their belongings.

"Cassie, I think this is embarrassing, and I do not trust anyone as much as I trust you." "I am not sweet-talking here, but I know that I and my brother can trust you," she started.

I nodded to her and touched her hand. "Of course, you can trust me. What is the matter? Spill it, and I will do my best to help you."

She sighed. "I will advance my thanks. You see, my brother has anxiety and depression, and he is mentally unstable. During the day, he is quiet and can look like a normal dude. But during the night he is starting to have some vivid thoughts; he will have panic attacks, and I am worried about him. No one will be there for him if I am away." I do not know why it hurts me so much to hear that Mr. Dax deals with such a kind of problem.

"I feel sorry for that," I said to her, and she gave me a reassuring smile.

"Thank you for being open-minded, Cassie. I asked my brother if he could live in my apartment so he could be near your door. He does not know how to cook; he needs someone to remind him to drink his medicine. No one will sing for him if he has a nightmare again. It is so hard."

I tapped her shoulder. "Let me take care of him. Art is such a kind and wonderful man. Rest assured that I will take care of him."

She wiped her tears. "Thank you, Cassie!"

We left the lady's room, and it is finally time for them to go inside the plane. My boss is looking at me sadly and feeling down at this moment. He looks like he will refuse to leave for an obvious reason, but I encourage him to deal with his business.

I took a cab and went home. My son is there now, and he is playing with his uncles. I cook a snack for them, and I am thinking about what I will bring for our dinner. Then I suddenly remembered that I should cook extra for Mr. Dax.

So I prepared to cook beef stew in a tomato broth. It will be splendid, I promise.

After getting everything prepared and done, it is already dark outside, and I bet Mr. Dax is at Angel's apartment.

I knocked on the door, and when he opened it, I saw his face sweating too much.

"Hi, Cassie, I am sorry, but I do not feel that I can entertain you for tonight," he said, mumbling, and he looked in pain.

I smiled at him and held his hand. I saw him slowly getting calmer, and he looks tired and at peace. "How?" he asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. I just felt the need to comfort him. And so I did comfort him by holding his hand.

"Do you want to get dinner in my apartment? Charlie is there and waiting for us," I invited him.

He looks like someone who hesitates a lot. "I do not know. I don't want to bother you and your family," he said.

I cackled. "No, it is just the three of us."

I am so glad that I convinced him, and so we went to my apartment. My son looks happy to see his teacher.

Angel said that her brother has a nervous breakdown too often. I do not know if I can call it a miracle or if it is just a coincidence that he calms down when I touch his hand.

But I do not want to see him hurt like that. I wish he would just be fine.