Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1538

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Chapter 1538: Chocolate god

Meanwhile, Benjamin sat in his office quietly, working.

One of Benjamin’s traits was that he often engaged in a lot of extracurricular activities at work. However, despite all of those, he always got the job done. Lately, though, he hadn’t been procrastinating or gossiping with the other employees. He didn’t even have the energy to hate on William or Dean. Even when he ran into them, he just felt the usual bitterness and moved on.

And it had been this way ever since he walked out on Mint.

"Tsk." He paused, glancing at his phone. "That cruel cousin. Not even a hint of remorse."

Another click of his tongue echoed as he shook his head.

It wasn’t like he and Mint hadn’t fought before. In fact, they always fought — Mint always found a way to make him angry. If he ever got early-onset hypertension, she’d be the cause.

Still, in most of those fights, Mint would always reach out to him and apologize. She’d spew nonsense, praise him to the heavens, and melt his heart again.

But this time... days had passed. And still, not a single call. Not even a message. Just nothing.

"Who cares if she ends up with complications from her injuries..." he muttered, then pressed his lips together, frowning at his own words.

He shook his head. "Whatever. Why should I care whether she lives or dies when she doesn’t even care about her own life?"

"It’s not like this is for me," he added bitterly. "It’s not like I’d benefit from anything."

As Benjamin tried to convince himself not to care about someone who clearly didn’t value her own life, his mood soured further. He shoved his phone out of sight — after all, he was at work, and having his work phone was enough.

Then, unexpectedly, a tub of ice cream appeared on the corner of his desk.

"Huh?" His brows furrowed as he looked up and saw Zoren standing there. But what really caught his attention was the sunglasses Zoren wore.

"Sir, why are you wearing sunglasses indoors?"

"Ice cream is good for cooling your head," Zoren said mildly, completely ignoring the question. "That’s what Penny said. She asked me to bring you one today."

Zoren gave him a small nod before turning to leave.

Benjamin stared at his boss’s retreating figure, biting his lower lip as his eyes started to sting. He sniffed and reached for the tub of ice cream, already topped with a spoon.

See, Mint?! I didn’t even notice my boss left and came back—because of you! he thought angrily, stabbing the spoon into the ice cream. Cruel! Cruel cousin! Not even thinking of me or how your actions have affected me!

Thanks to the ice cream, Benjamin managed to hold back his tears. He kept shoveling huge spoonfuls into his mouth, venting all his frustration into it.

But just as he thought that finishing the ice cream would make him feel better, someone else approached his desk.

"Hey there!" Slater greeted cheerfully with a raised hand.

Benjamin blinked. "Third Brother? What are you doing here?"

"Just checking on you, that’s all!" Slater leaned against the desk, glancing between Benjamin’s ice cream and his clearly exhausted face.

Benjamin’s weariness might not be obvious to most, but to someone who knew him well, it was clear he hadn’t been sleeping well.

"Actually, that’s not all. Your boss called me," Slater said after a beat. "Told me to get you out of his sight. Said you’re a sore eye in the office."

"A sore—? Hey! My boss would never say that!"

"N—" Benjamin froze, blinking. Wait, he has been wearing sunglasses lately?