Love at First Night (Frank and Judith)
Chapter 258

Chapter 258

Chapter 258

“Mr. Taylor,” Myla greeted Frank with a guilty conscience. Frank responded indifferently, not even lookingat Myla. Myla was afraid that Frank would still care about what had happened in the morning. So, she didnot dare to stay any longer and walked faster toward the office. Frank looked at the glass of mango juicein Myla’s hand. Judith was allergic to mango juice and could not even touch it. Thinking of it, Frankfollowed Myla. Myla walked to Judith’s desk and smiled. “Ms. White, it was my fault this morning. In thefuture, I will take my work seriously and won’t allow such a thing to happen again. This is the juice Ibrought for you. It is fresh. Please enjoy it.” Judith looked up and found that it was mango juice. Sheinstantly felt a lingering fear. She wondered, “Why is it mango juice?” Judith could not help but recallsome images that made her feel pain. In the past, when Sherly was in a bad mood, she would alwayssplash mango juice on Judith. And Judith didn’t want to recall that kind of pain for the rest of her life. Shestared at the mango juice for a while and said coldly, “You take it. I’m full and can’t drink anymore.” Judiththought, “Sherly and Myla are friends. I have to be wary. Perhaps it is a trap set by Sherly to prove that Iam Judith Cooper.” Hearing that, Myla frowned slightly and complained in her mind, “I am giving herface! And I have admitted my fault, but she didn’t give me a face!” “Ms. White, are you still unwilling toforgive me?” Myla’s tone was unhappy and her expression became gloomy.

Judith looked at her and said indifferently, “Myla, I aimed at your behavior, not you. It has nothing to dowith whether I forgive you or not. Work at ease, and I appreciate your kindness.” Judith did not blameMyla. Myla’s employee was not Judith, but the Taylor Group. It all depended on the individual’s efforts.Myla heard that and felt a little better. “Ms. White, please drink the mango juice. Then I’ll know you haveforgiven me.” Myla’s persistence made Judith more suspicious. She asked, “Give me mango juice…Whose suggestion?” Myla was slightly stunned. She did not understand why Judith asked this. It was justmango juice. Did she need anyone to remind her? Myla smiled and said, “Ms. White, why do you askthis? I don’t need anyone’s advice on buying a cup of mango juice. Or … do you suspect that there issomething wrong with it?” Judith glanced at the mango juice. There was nothing wrong with it. The

problem was the person. More precisely, the problem was the person who wanted to give Judith themango juice. “No, I just asked casually. Get back to work. I still have many things to do,” Judith said. Andthen she lowered her head and focused on her work. “Ms. White…”

“If Ms. White doesn’t want to drink, then give it to me. I just ate steak. It’s a bit salty.” Frank was standingoutside the door and suddenly interrupted Myla. “Mr. Taylor…” Myla frowned and looked at Frank. “Whendid he come? He suddenly appeared, just like a ghost. I am almost scared.” Frank did not look at Myla.He took the mango juice in her hand and drank it using the straw. Judith widened her eyes and looked atFrank in confusion. She suddenly remembered that Frank knew her identity and that she was allergic tomango juice. Was he

helping her? When they had a meal together, she mentioned that she was allergic to mango juice. Andshe thought that Frank had other impure motives and she had better be careful of him. However, at thismoment, Judith was grateful to Frank for helping her out.