C8 You Are Unfit

"My guest?"

For a moment Hilde had no idea who she was referring to. The word was new, their relationship was hidden, and Hilde had no reason to invite anyone to the apartment.

"I was wrong, it should be CEO Xi's lover." Joe sneered.

Sid frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"Miss Bila, come to us in the afternoon …" "No, it's your apartment. Why do you want me to live with you?"

"…" Hilde did not wait for him to explain the situation, and Joe did not say, in a strange way, that it was Billah, the guest and the lover, who was but a psychiatrist, at least for the moment.

The two of them immersed themselves in the darkness of the room. The old warmth was gone, and the air was a little cold.

"She asked me to consider your illness and advised me to stay away from you and relieve your personal psychological burden. "If my existence has put any burden on Mr. Xi, I think it's best for me to move out as soon as possible. After all, as a relative, it's not appropriate for me to stay with my cousin for a long time."

Xi De's eyes narrowed.

Was she blaming him for his rejection of her?

Was she being petty?

"She didn't know about our relationship or anything. She just suggested it from a psychiatrist's point of view."

Sid analyzed calmly. Of course, he did not know that the smiling face of Beira was like a silent threat, a declaration of war. Seeing Sid still defending Beira made Qiao Yifeng feel even worse.

Qiao Yifeng said, "Since it's a suggestion from a psychiatrist, it's best if you keep it."

"Qiao Yifan, are you really that anxious to move out?"

Hilde frowned, the warmth in her eyes growing colder. She had been reluctant to move into the apartment.

"Don't you think I'm keeping you from flirting with your lovers?" Joe said lightly.

"Miss Bi and I are not what you think we are. She only came here to treat me psychologically." Sid suppressed the impatience in his heart and massaged the space between his brows.

Qiao Yifeng refused to budge. "That Miss Bi said that it's more than just psychological treatment."

She had been standing in the kitchen when she saw the sofa in the living room where Beira had sat, the stall she had stepped on, the kitchen door leaning against, her heart burning.

What did they do in Hilde's room that day? Treatment?

Pilar had a pair of hands that she didn't touch all day long, or cut vegetables for cooking, or eroded hands, and her hands were long and beautiful. Bela's family background must be very good too. Otherwise, she wouldn't have the aura of a prestigious school and studied psychology. This wasn't a simple major, and she wasn't the same as Bela.

What does a psychiatrist do with his treatment?

Sid, who often had headaches when he was stressed, would hand over all his weight to Joy, lie down on his lap for him to massage, and she had no knowledge of it. She would press it roughly, and Sid would never be satisfied with it.

Bela would do well, and her good hand would help to stroke the outline of Sid's body and ease his pain.

The imagination of a woman was strong, and the mere thought of it made her feel unable to breathe in the place where Pilar had been, and that was why she fled to her room.

"If you don't let her come, are you going to continue misunderstanding me like this?"

Joe took Hilde's mobile by the arm and repeated, "Don't let her!"

"Qiao Yifan." "I asked her to explain. How else would she treat me?"

"Are you still going to let her treat you?"

"Otherwise?"

Sid's calm seemed to have worn out, and now Joe's reason was burned away by his anger. The air was tense.

"Does my psychiatrist need you to help me decide?"

Joe seemed to have been hit by a needle and stopped moving.

"Are you afraid of putting your wife's position in jeopardy?"

As for the power Qiao Shi had on his lips, how could he be a match for Sid? If he really used words to stab someone, that person would definitely be covered in wounds and shame.

He condescendingly explained it to her, but she stuck to the subject. His time was very expensive every minute, and when he would have the patience to explain it to a woman, especially a woman who squeezed into his house for money.

"Stop acting good when you're lucky. What qualifications do you have to meddle in my business? Do you really think you're a lady now?"

Joe loosened his grip on his hand.

"I have overstepped my boundaries."

"I'm sorry, we didn't cook dinner. Go to the restaurant and order some food."

Joe spoke the lines of the poem, and his tone was like a machine.

Sid saw her look and put away his weapon. He could still see her ridiculously swollen eyes through the hair hanging down from Joy's head, and her loss on her shoulders. As a man, Sid was not meticulous enough to understand the sadness in Joe's heart for a girl of twenty.

The question Hilde most wanted to ask was: Was it necessary?

Women are really troublesome. If you have nothing better to do, you can set yourself up as an imaginary enemy and make yourself feel uncomfortable.

Sid stood up, no longer in the mood to eat, and shut himself up in his study to take care of the work he had brought back.

In the room, Joe's tears, which he thought were dry, welled up again.

She scolded herself as she wiped.

What are you crying for? As someone who married into the Xi Family for the sake of money, why do you suspect that they were here to help you climb the dragon and win the phoenix? What kind of wife are you?

Now that the real medicine is here, what are you doing here?

Word by word, it was like a blade cutting away the hope in his heart. Qiao Yifeng was indeed ruthless to himself.

Sid didn't need her.

As for her, as long as she handed in her graduate design work, she would be able to graduate from the St. Martin School of Design and Art without a hitch. She was not afraid of not being able to find a job, even if it was in a worse company than Beeson's; at least she would be able to live financially.

Joe did not need Mrs. Xi's identity for the poem.

Yes, they no longer needed each other.

The sound of Joe's voice as he walked out of the room alarmed Hilde, who was still in the room scribbling and drawing, and his eyes moved away from the document and fell on the light that came through the crack in the door.

Damn brat, he cursed in a low voice.

Joe went to the bathroom and went to the bathroom. He washed his face and went back to his room.

From her little room came the sound of clattering, as if she were deliberately provoking Sid, a sound Sid was no stranger to, as Joe had once been angry with him.

Sid was so jealous and angry that he didn't want to be distracted by her. After all, he still had work to do.

Hilde thought that this time it would be the same as before. Qiao Yifeng would continue to treat him coldly for a few days, and would deliberately make things difficult for him by making small mischievous jokes. In the end, when he pushed him down, his face would completely collapse and he would blush and say that he was hateful.

But not this time.

Joe did not try to disguise the sound of his packing, for it was no use, and Sid would find out and probably would not keep her.

Both of them had lost their value and their fragile relationship was over.

If she left without a word, would Sid find her?