Chapter 22

Jasmine Everly's P O V

"Boss, we need to go. It's time for the meeting," he said, standing there.

Sabastian got up without saying anything, took some files and the pen drive from his computer, and walked to him, saying, "Let's go."

I stared at them until they walked out, leaving me alone in the room.

Does he do this every day? Not having food because he is busy.

I shook my head a little, trying to get all those thoughts out, saying, "Why do I care? It's none of my business".

Then I took out all of my rough designs and started to focus on them to draw the designs.

But the image of him eating only bread while working played back of head like a broken tape record.

"He is not my friend or anything? Moreover, I hate him so much so I don't care about his wellbeing." I remained myself again so that those images could disappear, but they didn't.

I still couldn't focus and could only think about it and worry about him, even though I should be happy that he is suffering. 

"But he still works with you, and you can't see him suffering." I reasoned it out with myself. 

"But he didn't think that and made me make all the coffees just for him to reject that and redo it for so long! Why the hell should I pity him or worry about him?! I am not doing it!" I said, getting back on the track to focus on the designs. 

"Just because he is bad doesn't mean you can be like him, right?" Again, I felt distracted by his thoughts. 

I took a sigh and got up from my seat and whispered to myself "I am not worried about him, I just have a good heart and I am helping someone even though they hurt me!". 

Yes, this is right. I am just helping him like I could do for anyone, and this doesn't have anything to do with my worry. 

I am just a good hearted person. 

I assured myself before walking out of the office and got on the lift, going down. 

It didn't take a long time before reaching the restaurant that I had my lunch. I still don't see much of the peoples but I didn't care and just made a normal order. 

I kept staring at the menu for a quite a few minutes, trying to get him something good because I am a good person, but I just don't know if I should get him light food or heavy food. 

Who knows if he skipped his breakfast and gets gastric if he eats something heavy? 

I took a sigh and ordered, "Can I get a vegetable soup? And for takeout". 

"Yes, mam." She smiled before walking into the kitchen. 

"Let me order him some burgers or something," I said to myself, taking out my phone and starting to check the app while waiting. 

I ordered him a burger and some sandwiches for delivery, and within a few minutes, I got the order. I paid her before walking out of the restaurant and walking back to the office. 

I went to the company and waited for around 5 minutes for the delivery to arrive, and then I went back to the office, getting weird looks from everyone.

Why are they even looking at me like that? Did I do something unusual, like this morning?

I shook my head and ignored everyone, thinking, "Whatever, I don't care about them or their weird things."

I placed both of them on his desk and went back to mine, feeling good after doing something nice. 

Then I turned my focus back to my designs and started to work on them, forgetting everything like I always do. 

I don't know how long it took him to get back, but once he got to his seat, he turned to me and asked, "What is this?!". 

"Some burgers, a sandwich, and a soup. It's good for your gastric," I replied, not looking at him. 

"Gastric? Who told you that I have one?" He asked, confused, looking at me. 

"No one, but I can sense you have or will have if you continue to ignore your meals like you were doing today. Have a proper time for your meals and diet, then to suffer with health issues later," I said with a smile, trying to control myself.

I was worried and brought him something to eat, wasting my time and efforts, and he is still questioning.

I shouldn't have done that! He can't even thank me for bringing him food.....

"I don't have one, but thanks for the concern and the food," he said, giving me that handsome smile that can melt anyone's heart.

My heart skipped a beat, seeing it after a long time.

I gulped and then turned to look away from him, saying, "I am not concerned.... I... I just did what I am supposed to do, and I am not like someone who refuses to help others when it comes to food."

Then I turned to my rough designs and tried to focus on that, even though my heart was beating so fast for him.

Shit! Why the hell is he so handsome?!

"I didn't!" He replied, sitting down in his seat while taking something out.

"Really? Then it must be a ghost who looks like you, who almost shouted 'No!' when I asked if I could have my lunch in the cafeteria," I said, remembering the way he refused.

Cold hearted!

"You need to wait till the other person finishes their sentence. You didn't have a lunch card to get it from the cafeteria, and I was going to give you that, but you slammed the door and left," he replied, looking at me like he didn't do anything and explaining everything.

My eyes widen at the realisation of my mistake, and I avoid his eyes, saying, "I didn't slam the door."