A Date with Klein

Bella's POV: A few days later, my body recovered. I continued to work. Time flew. Two months had passed. In the early summer season, the men had changed into shirts, and the women had also put on light dresses. That afternoon, when I was about to get off work, I received a text message. "Bella, can I invite you to dinner with me?" The message was sent by Klein. Ever since that day, he rarely bothered me. He would occasionally come to Wharton Mountain for a business trip and would bring me some small gifts. We didn't talk much. We only contacted each other once every two weeks. We talked like ordinary friends. I was fine to be his ordinary friend.  "Are you on a business trip to Wharton Mountain again?" I replied. "I do have work to do." "I'll treat you to a Mexican barbecue, okay?" I knew there was a very delicious one. "All right." Klein replied. After work, as soon as I walked out of the accounting firm, I saw Klein's Land Rover, which was parked on the side of the road. Klein immedi