He Never Finishes His Sentences, I Finish Him

After my older sister, Beatrice Hartwell, has passed away, my brother-in-law, Theodore Wesley, transfers me into his department.

At first, I think he's merely watching out for me. But whenever Theodore bumps into someone else, he often leaves his sentences hanging.

"After my wife has passed away, it's all thanks to Megan keeping me company all the time that I…"

His words are often half-minced and filled with euphemisms. Because of him, the company is filled with rumors of me killing Beatrice just to take over her position at one point.

I plead to Theodore to make things clear for everyone in the future.

But during a Monday meeting, Theodore continues to mourn Beatrice longingly while bringing me up in a roundabout way.

"The reason why Megan is late is that she spent the night in my house last night… Ah, I shouldn't have brought this up. Please don't overthink this, everyone."

The thing is, Theodore is the one who wants me to edit the business proposal at his place. My boyfriend is with us the whole time!

My colleagues all shoot me knowing glances immediately. They start muttering about "seeing the sister-in-law plot being manifested in real life".

I try to explain myself, and yet Theodore keeps mucking things up for me.

"Right! She was just editing the proposal in my bedroom—wait, no! It took place in the study! It's my fault for not knowing how to talk properly! The more I explain, the more chaotic things become!"

I'm enraged, to say the least.

Theodore doesn't know how to speak, right? Then he's better off silent for the rest of his life!

The moment I pushed open the conference room door, more than a dozen pairs of eyes snapped toward me.

"Well, Ms. Hartwell. You finally decided to show up."

Theodore Wesley, who was seated at the head of the table, glanced at his watch. He stood and waved a hand at the others. "Don't blame Meg. She had her reasons for being late."

He paused, glancing over my exhausted expression, then let out a faint, knowing sigh. "Last night, we were at it until very late at my place."

The atmosphere shifted instantly.

A few of the women exchanged knowing looks, while the men wore lewd smiles.

There he went again, leaving things half-said just to stir up misunderstandings.

I took a steady breath and said calmly, "Mr. Wesley, I'd appreciate it if you made yourself clear. You were the one who insisted I come over last night to revise the branding proposal. From the moment I arrived until I left, my boyfriend and my best friend were both there with me."

Theodore froze for a moment. After all, I had never contradicted him in public before.

He quickly put on an apologetic expression. "Right, the proposal. That's what I meant. I can't even get my words straight when I'm nervous."

As he spoke, he casually patted my shoulder. "Meg, don't be mad. I know you'd rather keep