Chapter 41 Tara quickened her pace, fearing that any delay might lead to unwarranted accusations of hidden motives or impure intentions once more. As she neared the end of her cleanup, the sound of a closing window caught her attention. Ignoring it, she nudged the trash can toward the door. "Tara," Jonah spoke out of the blue. His footsteps approached from behind, drawing closer. Startled, Tara turned her head in confusion. Jonah handed her a business card. "Here.

Call if you need anything," he said casually. Before Tara could fully process it, the card was in her hand. Jonah was now seated on the couch, exuding an air of calm in his black turtleneck and slacks. His chiseled features were captivating, almost mesmerizing. Tara forced herself to look away and down at the business card bearing Jonah's contact information. Uncertain of what to do, she couldn't reject it after accepting. "Technically, I'm not violating any rules, am I?

There's no rule against accepting their business cards. It would only be a breach if we added their contacts privately," Tara mused. Despite not asking for it, Jonah had given it to her. If she ever needed help and couldn't reach Shawn, Jonah could be a valuable backup. Having his number added another layer of security. Glancing back at Jonah, Tara was genuinely surprised by his gesture, given his evident dislike towards her. Perhaps he was simply trying to prevent any trouble within the team.

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Whatever the reason, it was a kind act. Tara slipped the card into her uniform pocket and thanked him, "Thank you for watching out for me, Mr. Pearson." Choosing not to say more to avoid any misconceptions, Tara noticed Jonah's gaze briefly shifting from his laptop to her. She swiftly pushed the cart towards the door, her figure still noticeable despite being covered in uniform. As the door clicked shut behind her, the room fell silent, and the aroma of food dissipated.

Jonah composed himself with a few sips of iced Frosticano, returning to his work. Meanwhile, on the second floor, Stella observed Tara pushing the cart out of Jonah's room. Convinced that Tara had taken advantage of her absence to cozy up to him, Stella's cold gaze bore down on Tara from a distance, emanating disdain sharp enough to be felt. Unhurriedly, Tara continued towards the elevator, unfazed by Stella's silent accusations.

In a sugary tone, Stella remarked, "Tara, if you wanted to attend to Mr. Pearson's needs, you could have just asked. No need for-" Tara cut her off, pointing out her own negligence, "Maybe you should remind yourself. You've been here longer and should know Mr. Pearson's routine better. It was your duty to clear the table promptly. But when he needed you, where were you?" Locking eyes with Stella, Tara's words struck a nerve. "Any fallout from this will be on you. You should be grateful for my assistance."