My Secret Husband Is My Cold Boss novel Chapter 15

It wasn't until the car had completely exited the hospital parking lot that Wendy finally processed Sampson's casual use of the word 'married.'

Yes, a quick marriage had been one of her prerequisites for the blind date.

But she had to admit, she could never say those words with the same effortless ease he did.

She turned her head to look out the window.

Against the blur of passing city lights, Sampson remained sharply focused on the road.

Suddenly, Wendy found herself deeply curious about the environment he had grown up in.

From his instinctive remark on their wedding day that it would be inappropriate not to drive her home, to his smooth assertion today that spouses shouldn't be overly formal with one another.

All these small details suggested that Sampson had been raised in an incredibly loving household.

But... with such perfect credentials and a seemingly flawless family background, why on earth was he resorting to blind dates just like her?

As they drove into the sunlight, Wendy squinted against the glare.

Sampson glanced over at her. "It's a bit of a drive. You can get some sleep."

"I'll wake you when we're close."

"It's fine," Wendy shook her head. "There weren't many emergencies last night, so I got enough rest."

Spotting a high-end shopping center up ahead.

Wendy pointed it out. "If we aren't in a rush, could you pull in there? I need to buy some gifts."

It was basic etiquette.

"No need." Sampson drove straight past the intersection. "I already bought the gifts. They're in the trunk."

"Your schedule is punishing enough. There's no reason for you to waste your downtime picking out presents."

Fearing she might feel awkward, he smoothly added, "Besides, I know exactly what they like."

"Alright," Wendy nodded slowly.

It turned out that when Sampson said he just needed her help to deal with his parents, he genuinely meant he only needed her physical presence.

Her satisfaction rating for this marriage just shot up another ten points.

Weekend traffic in the city center was brutal.

Since they didn't know each other well, the atmosphere inside the car was quiet at first.

Later, noticing Wendy repeatedly massaging her shoulder, Sampson turned to her. "Spine acting up? Did you have a lot of surgeries yesterday?"

Wendy nodded. "Seven. Back-to-back."

That meant she had been wearing a heavy lead apron all afternoon.

Her muscles were bound to be screaming in protest.

"There's a massager in the back. I'll grab it for you in a minute."

"Thank you."

Once the conversation shifted to their shared profession, the silence finally broke.

Sampson had one pressing question.

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