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Aurelia steadied her breath.

“Please hand the phone to Leslie.”

“He is busy and doesn’t take calls from strange numbers,” the woman said.

Strange numbers?

Aurelia recalled that Leslie didn’t have a habit of saving his contacts. The only number he had ever

saved seemed to belong to Linda.

It turned out that he couldn’t even be bothered to save the number of people who were insignificant to

him.

While Aurelia fell silent, the woman said, “Please don’t call to disturb him again. It’s bothersome. Thank you.”

The woman’s tone was polite, but Aurelia felt stung.

If Leslie cared about her, why would his colleague consider her a harasser?

After the call was disconnected, she listened to the beeping tone on her phone and then set her phone

down to eat.

The food had turned cold, and she couldn’t taste anything.

The ring on her finger no longer looked as appealing as before.

She took a few bites and shoved the plates into the fridge. Afterward, she returned to her room to work but couldn’t think of anything besides what the woman said.

Meanwhile, in One Technology, Cynthia set her phone down with a smile and chose not to delete the missed call from the phone log.

She wouldn’t make the same rookie mistake twice.

Now that she had finally dispelled Leslie’s suspicions about her allergic reaction, deleting Aurelia’s call would only arouse suspicion if Leslie spoke to Aurelia.

Keeping it was a different story. Aurelia was a woman, after all. She would definitely confront Leslie about Cynthia’s identity and how she got his phone.

Considering Aurelia’s ordinary background and lack of sophistication, Cynthia figured that Aurelia’s thoughts likely revolved around nothing more than men and mundane matters.

She couldn’t possibly grasp intellectual thoughts.

Leslie might initially find a dull woman like Aurelia interesting, but he could not possibly endure her

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The more Aurelia made a fuss, the more apparent it would become to Leslie that she couldn’t fit into

his world.

Just then, Leslie returned to his workstation after speaking with other colleagues.

He glanced at his phone, which had been moved.

“Did you touch my phone?”

Cynthia nodded and said casually, “I was going to ignore it, but it was so noisy that I answered it. Isn’t it strange how sales calls these days resort to swearing? Or maybe I’ve been out of touch with the country too long?”

She might not have deleted the call log, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t lie about the situation.

Cynthia thought that a single sentence made the stark contrast between her and Aurelia’s character

evident.

It presented Aurelia as someone who would curse upon hearing another woman’s voice on a man’s phone. In contrast, Cynthia was portrayed as a strong woman dedicated to her work and willing to take on responsibilities for a man.

It was apparent who men would choose to believe.

Once Leslie returned home and faced Aurelia’s questioning, he would tire of her within a week.

Cynthia wouldn’t even have to lift a finger.

She thought everything would unfold as she wished, but she didn’t expect Leslie to pick up his phone immediately.

“Please don’t answer my calls without my permission in the future,” he said coldly and shot a look at Cynthia before redialing Aurelia’s number, giving her no chance to explain.

People nearby turned to look.

Cynthia could only smile and say, “Sorry.”

She felt the urge to snap her pen in half but could only watch as Leslie dialed Aurelia’s number without protest.

However, she soon relaxed. She was confident Leslie would grow impatient and hang up as soon as Aurelia started making a scene and questioning Leslie.

The call connected, and Cynthia waited quietly for them to start fighting.

Aurelia spoke first, “I know you’re busy and can’t return home for dinner. Order takeout for yourself. I’m going to bed.”

Leslie fell into silence when he realized that Aurelia was completely indifferent.