Bitter Winter, Empty Heart Novel – “Ms. Dorsey, your resignation formalities have already been approved by Mr. Meyers, but he didn’t realize that it was you who resigned. Should I remind him?” Upon hearing the news over the phone, Nathalie Dorsey slowly lowered her gaze and said, “No need, that’s enough.” “But you worked as Mr. Meyers’ secretary for four years, and he was most satisfied with you and couldn’t do without you.
Are you really not considering quitting anymore?” HR earnestly advised, but Nathalie just smiled. “No one in this world can live without someone. My parents were not in good health, and I was busy going back home for blind dates and getting married. Since Mr. Meyers was approved, I will hand over the work according to the process. I will leave in a month. Sorry for the trouble.” After the phone call ended, Nathalie continued to clean up her own belongings. She lived in this villa for three years, with neither too much nor too little stuff.
Except for some essentials, she threw everything away. Seeing the slowly emptying room, she was momentarily dazed as countless memories surged back. Eight years ago, Nathalie, a girl from an ordinary family, got accepted into Galwiea University and became good friends with Angelica Meyers, the heiress of the Galwiea dynasty. Two girls from completely different backgrounds hit it off exceptionally well. They were inseparable, spending their days together attending classes, eating meals, and going shopping.
Slowly, Nathalie was brought into her circle, met her family, and fell in love with her brother Jordon Meyers. But she buried this intention in her heart and didn’t tell anyone. After graduation, Angelica went abroad to study. She stayed in Galwiea and submitted her resume, becoming Jordon’s secretary, just to be able to see him often. Until one accident, Jordon was set up by someone. Nathalie was about to contact the hospital when he, unable to control himself, pressed her against the wall and showered her with kisses.
After a night of passion, she woke up to find him sitting by the window, his distinct features hidden in the swirling fag, calm and lonely. Hearing the noise, he turned around and asked only one question. “Do you like me?” Nathalie subconsciously wanted to deny, but he continued with a calm expression. “Every time you saw me, you would blush. You remembered all my forbidden preferences and came to work as my secretary right after graduation…” “Don’t tell me, these were all coincidences.” He spoke word by word, making her face blush completely, not knowing whether it was out of embarrassment or guilt.
In the midst of silence, he suddenly handed over a card. “Last night was unexpected. I have feelings for someone else and cannot reciprocate your emotions, nor can I be responsible for you. I heard from Angelica that your family background is ordinary and the money in your bank account is enough for you to live a worry-free life. Forget about all of this.” Nathalie was taken aback and then realized that last night he had indeed been calling out a name while in bed. Emilee, Emilee Collier.
In Angelica’s mouth, Emilee was Jordon’s unforgettable first love in this lifetime. He loved her so much that even if she broke up and went abroad, with constant rumors of a new boyfriend overseas, he still insisted on waiting for her to come back. Nathalie remembered that Angelica had said a sentence when she was complaining. “We, the Meyers family, were the most cold-hearted and indifferent. How did my brother, of all people, turn out to be such a romantic? We waited for so many years, and he even said that besides her, everyone else was just settling.
He refused to settle.” She empathized with this sentence, and at that moment, she suddenly mustered up the courage and called out to Jordon, who was about to leave. “I didn’t want money, I just wanted you to give me a chance. Mr. Meyers, please try being with me. If she didn’t come back, or if she did come back but you haven’t moved on from her, that day, I will leave voluntarily.” Faced with her loving gaze, Jordon was stunned for a few seconds and said, “Go ahead, it’s up to you.” Since then, Nathalie was his secretary during the day and his private bedmate at night.
They were in the office, Maybach, and the villa’s French windows had all witnessed countless absurd traces. Four years passed, and no one knew about the relationship between them. She also willingly embraced it. Until a few days ago, Nathalie prepared many surprises and wanted to celebrate for him on his birthday. She waited until dawn, but instead of waiting for his figure, she received a message on Instagram. “The best birthday gift is to have lost and regained.” Jordon, who had never posted on Instagram before, posted a photo of him kissing Emilee under a sky filled with fireworks. Seeing this photo, the color drained from Nathalie’s face an