He Chose His Assistant So She Married Another Man Chapter 03
Daniel clearly didn’t understand what that meant.
He was about to say something when his phone rang.
He glanced at the screen, then at me, and walked to the side to take the call.
After hanging up, he came back, his expression as casual as if nothing had happened.
“Let’s just move past this one.”
It sounded like charity.
He finished speaking and turned off his phone.
“Something came up at the office. I need to head over.”
A well-practiced excuse.
My expression didn’t change.
“Go ahead.”
Daniel turned and left without hesitation.
I followed him.
His car pulled up in front of a private club.
After he went inside, I followed.
Daniel took the elevator to the sixth floor and entered a private room that had clearly been booked in advance.
I’d barely reached the door when I heard Chloe’s laugh from inside.
“Did you manage to smooth things over with Emma? You actually went home to find her this time—she must have been thrilled.”
Chloe’s laugh was sickly sweet.
“She really is so easy to handle. The second you make the first move, she loses all her fight.”
Someone chimed in. “Honestly, I’ve never seen a girlfriend as easy to deal with as Emma. It’s always been her going to Daniel, and yesterday she didn’t show, so today Daniel goes home once—and just like that, the whole cold war never happened.”
“Daniel, teach us how to train a girlfriend like that.”
The others burst out laughing.
Daniel swore at them playfully. “Get lost.”
He paused, then his voice came through slowly.
“Emma’s always been easy to handle. Even after hearing what we said yesterday, she didn’t fight with me. A couple of words, and it was over.”
Chloe sounded surprised. “Emma actually came by yesterday?”
Daniel made a sound of confirmation.
Another round of laughter.
Someone said I must be crazy about Daniel if I could hear all that and still not make a scene.
Someone else said I just couldn’t bear to leave, that I’d forgiven him too easily.
They laughed about how Daniel had me completely under his thumb.
I stood at the door and heard every single word.
So that’s why Daniel suddenly came home. That’s why his attitude shifted.
It was only so he could prove he still had me under control.
I couldn’t help but smile. There was nothing in it but contempt.
Just then, the door to the private room swung open from inside.
The person who opened it saw me and went rigid.
“Emma?”
The room fell silent.
Daniel walked over. Something flickered in his eyes—a flash of unease—and his brows pulled tight.
“You followed me?”
I looked him in the eye. “I thought something came up at the office?”
I tilted my head slightly, glancing past him into the room.
My gaze landed on Chloe’s face. Then I pulled it back to Daniel.
“This is your something at the office?”
Daniel couldn’t find a single word to say.
Chloe walked over to smooth things out.
“Emma, don’t blame Daniel. Today’s my birthday—he just came to celebrate with me. He was afraid you’d be upset, so he said it was work.”
The words coming out of her mouth were explanations, but the provocation in her eyes was barely concealed.
I didn’t blow up the way they expected.
I simply nodded.
“Is that so? Happy birthday, then.”
Chloe’s smile froze on her face.
Daniel snapped back to himself and pulled me aside, lowering his voice.
“Emma, what exactly are you trying to do?”
I looked at his anxious face and almost wanted to laugh.
“Nothing.” My voice was soft. “I just wanted to confirm something.”
Daniel frowned. “Confirm what?”
Confirm whether my heart had truly died.
I didn’t answer.
Daniel opened his mouth, about to say something else, but Chloe was already at his side, hooking her arm through his with practiced ease.
The movement was so natural—like she’d done it a thousand times.
And Daniel didn’t push her away.
“Daniel, the game’s about to start. Everyone’s waiting for you.”
Then she looked at me, her lips curving into a faint smile.
“Emma, why don’t you join us?”
“No thanks,” I said.
Chloe stuck out her tongue playfully.
“Alright then. But you’re not upset, are you?”
“No.”
Daniel glanced at me, surprised—as if he couldn’t figure out why I was suddenly being so agreeable.
But he didn’t think too hard about it.
“Then head home. Get some rest. Don’t wait up for me.”
The door to the private room closed, and I was alone in the hallway.
I blinked, forcing the sting back down.
My phone screen lit up. A friend request.
“Emma, hello. I’m Ethan. If it’s convenient, we could meet in person first.”
I lowered my eyes and typed a single word.
“Okay.”