CHAPTER 132

At this moment, Andrew was walking anxiously in the elevator. He even regretted taking the elevator. If he had taken the stairs, he might have

arrived earlier.

Time seemed to have stretched out. The elevator finally arrived at Eleanor's office floor. Andrew pushed the door open and was stunned. Eleanor was sitting in a chair, leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window, with her feet curled up and her hands around her knees.

She looked listless and her expression seemed a little sad, which moved Andrew. "Are you okay?" Andrew approached and asked.

Eleanor slowly turned around. Indeed, there were obvious tear marks on her face. Andrew's heart ached as he looked at her slightly reddened eyes. She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and complained, "Why did you take so long?"

"I'm sorry, I'm late," Andrew walked to Eleanor's side and gently handed her a tissue. Eleanor didn't take it. Her head hung limply on the desk as she looked out the window at the night sky and said slowl
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