No way...

I froze in surprise.

How many times had it already been today?

Was he really that desperate?

Good thing everyone had gone home.

If they heard that noise, who knew what they would think?

I went over to see what was happening.

Shane was inside, looking upset again.

He was crying.

God…

I had to admit, he looked completely different when he cried… almost captivating.

I could not believe what I was seeing.

"Come here... Help me get up," he said.

His voice quivered just a little.

He stretched his hand out to me.

I could not really say no.

I nodded and lifted him into my arms.

The new clothes I had bought for him were about to be ruined too.

He always acted like he was untouchable.

Why did he suddenly...

While I was trying to figure it out, Shane struggled to speak.

"Forget the party… take me to the hospital first."

I nodded again and carried him out.

I had not turned off my laptop yet.

"Mr. Lawson, I'll just finish up with a few more files before we go."

Shane was such a workaholic. Whenever work was mentioned, he was all ears, nodding along.

I moved the mouse to save a document.

However, as I did, I felt Shane stiffen in my arms.

I clicked on another window.

Shane grunted as if on cue.

What was happening?

I...

I quickly copied some text and pressed a few keys.

I could feel Shane tensing up.

What?

Oh my God!

I could not believe such a magical thing was happening to me.

It was as if my boss had connected to my keyboard and was synced to it.

Shane watched me work.

He suddenly realized why he had fallen sick today. He began to choke me.

"Jamie Rogers! What did you do to me?!"

This was a new keyboard!

How was I supposed to know what was going on?

I never thought something like this was even possible.

Shane's grip made it hard for me to breathe, and my arm crashed down on the keyboard.

Shane instantly collapsed, curling up in my arms.

My clothes were ruined too now.

My aggressive typing had led to Shane becoming…

I could not bring myself to say it, so I just held him quietly.

"Jamie, you're in trouble."

I retorted through clenched teeth, "It's all because you made me work on so many files. That's why I was typing all day."

Shane did not care. "Help me up… Then, finish those files."

I could not believe my ears. This legendary workaholic could not be for real!

"We need this document by tomorrow. It's pretty urgent."

Shane clenched his jaw.

I only started typing after he gave me a nod.

Oh God.

His voice was so distracting.

How was I supposed to get any work done like this?

My hand shook, and I kept hitting the wrong keys.

Shane looked at me with his dreamy eyes. I was actually...