She Became Exactly What They Wished For novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Lawrence stared intently at the message he had just edited, a trace of surprise flickering in his

eyes.

Back then, he had agreed to marry Maryann purely for Candice and the Frye family’s inheritance.

Now that Candice had returned and Maryann had left, everything was back on track-wasn’t this exactly the outcome he had wanted from the start?

But why did he subconsciously want to keep track of Maryann’s whereabouts?

A surge of inexplicable feelings welled up inside him.

Lawrence frowned, quickly deleted the message, and rubbed his aching temples.

It must be because Maryann had left so abruptly.

Even if they were to divorce, it should have been him who brought it up.

That was why he felt this strange sense of discomfort-he simply couldn’t get used to it.

Still, he believed that this odd feeling would soon disappear.

When he reappeared in public with Candice, all kinds of congratulatory and envious gazes fell

n him.

lew it, only Ms. Candice and Mr. Frye are truly a match made in heaven. Someone like Ms. ryann was never good enough for Mr. Frye…”

“Exactly, Ms. Maryann was so arrogant and overbearing, she really wasn’t likable at all…”

Listening to their gossip, Lawrence’s eyes darkened, and he immediately sent a message to his assistant.

“Make sure those who gossip behind our backs never speak again.”

“What’s wrong, Larry? You don’t look well,” Candice asked softly, holding onto his arm.

“It’s nothing.” Lawrence glanced at her body, which was almost pressed against his arm, neckline pulled a bit low, revealing a hint of cleavage.

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This deliberate display made his brows furrow ever so slightly.

Maryann used to tease him on purpose like this too.

When he was reading documents in the study, Maryann loved to sit by his desk, wearing black high heels with red soles, resting her foot on his thigh like a sly wildcat: “Lawrence, stop looking at those files and look at me. I don’t believe your eyes are empty…”

When he was sitting in the back seat of the Rolls-Royce, she would lower the partition, straddle him, hook his chin with her finger, blink her eyes, and whisper in his ear, her breath warm and fragrant: “Lawrence, let’s try something different…”

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