NovelOnlineChapter 64 "How do you know I'm looking at you if you don't look at me?" "I'm looking at my wife, as I rightly should." He shamelessly threw out that line.
The question I had wanted to ask got stuck in my throat.
The Ferguson Group building towered above, its dense glass facades glinting like diamond cuts, shimmering with the morning sun.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtKevin parked the car under the portico, and I practically jumped out, eager to escape the brewing storm. "Jane, good morning!” Linda suddenly appeared from not too far off, greetingwith an infectious energy.
I managed a smile, grabbing her arm to hurry along, Good morning. Let's go, it's freezing." "Jane, you forgot your breakfast." Behind us, Bryant stepped out of the car, calling out to Taking a deep breath, I turned to take the breakfast, keeping my distance, "Thanks, Mr. Ferguson." "Jane, are you and Mr. Ferguson..."" Linda hooked her arm with mine, leaning in with a mischievous wink, "When did you two get together? Don't tellyou're Mr. Ferguson's secret wife!" "No..." I didn't want to stir up any before the divorce, especially not something that might reach Margaret and cause who knows what, so I instinctively denied it.
In the midst of our conversation, Bryant, with his long strides, had already passed by us.
Linda's words, undoubtedly, had reached his ears in full.
Yet, he said nothing to refute it.
Linda's eyes widened. Once the exclusive elevator doors closed behind him, she gasped, "Jane, your denial is useless now, Mr. Ferguson himself has confirmed it!" "When did he confirm anything?" "Silence is the loudest form of admission!" I felt helpless, increasingly finding it impossible to argue with the young fresh-out-of-college.
But Linda knew when to stop. Once in the elevator, she kept quiet.
and Chapter 64 It wasn't until we were in my office that she resumed her relentless gossip.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Jane, I can hardly believe I'm working right under the nose of the Ferguson Group's CEO's wife!" "Did you really get married three years ago? Do you have any children?" "Well, it makes sense. He often frosts your office glass the moment he steps in. I can't believe I never picked up on your close relationship!" My head began to ache, "Linda..." She jumped, "Mrs. Ferguson, you were saying?" I couldn't help but chuckle, "Makea cup of coffee, please. And don't callthat." "Right away!" She darted off, her steps bold and confident, and soon returned with a steaming cup of coffee.
Leaning over my desk, she tried to butterup, "Jane, could you get tickets to Eason's concert?"
Eason was a hugely popular singer, his concert tickets typically sold out in a flash gone within seconds of going on sale.
His upcoming concert in RiverCity was sponsored by a fast-movingn consumer goods brand under the Ferguson Group, so the company should have sinternal tickets. I was surprised, "You like Eason too?" "Yeah, do you?" "Yeah, especially during my college days. His songs were all I listened to." I smiled ruefully, promising her, "Go back to work, I'll see what I can do about the ticke
After Linda left, I opened the lunch bag, only to find not just breakfast inside but also a small jewelry box, with a sticky note attached. "Jane, happy 8th anniversary" I glanced at the calendar, momentarily stunned.
So, he remembered too.
Today was the anniversary of the day we met.
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