President's Substitute Wife novel Chapter 223

When I finished saying this, there was only silence on the phone.

Long time.

I finally heard a man with a slightly husky voice say, “OK, You will come to my office at 10 am tomorrow.”

The office?

After all, it’s the office and meeting me now seemed to be a business.

I can’t accept it, but what can I do if I don’t?

I promised, “OK, I will be there on time.”

The next morning, Daisy went to the company training, and I got up to make up.

This was probably the longest time I have ever made up. I covered the scars on my face so tightly that I tried to make it look less discomfited with some skills about shadow and light.

It was the last side, after all.

I picked a beige long sweater from the closet with boots and a coat of the same color.

Standing in front of the mirror, the whole person looked very young, very beautiful.

Without removing the mask.

I put on the new cartoon meow face mask that I bought before, which was perfect to cover my own shortcomings.

I left at 9:30, and got downstairs at ten on time.

When I got to the lobby, before I reached the front desk, I saw Eric coming in my direction, then he stopped a meter from me and said respectfully, “Miss Carter. Mr. Jessop is waiting for you upstairs.”

I followed Eric to the elevator.

Because I trusted Eric, I asked, “Do you know when he was engaged to Cindy?”

“well..I do not know anything about Mr. Jessop’s personal life.” Eric answered. He paused, and said a little sorry, “Miss Carter, I also asked Mr. Jessop about this, but he reprimanded me harshly.”

“Thank you.”

I was thanking Eric for talking to me.

The elevator reached the top floor.

The elevator door opened and the entire top floor was empty, and Amanda’s seat was empty.

Eric took me to Sean’s office and left.

I pushed the door in.

The office was the same as before. Sean was sitting at his large desk, looking at a few documents in his hands.

He saw me in, raising his eyes slightly, but there was no extra expression on his face, but he just said, “Don’t you have something to tell me? You say it.”

With a look of alienation.

It was like he was talking to a subordinate instead of a woman he had a relationship with.

Sean’s estrangement made me a little uncomfortable and I did not even know how to say it for a while.

Sean’s eyes were always on the file.

He waited for a while, seeing that I didn’t speak, then put down the file, and said impatiently, “I’m busy, if you have nothing to say, just go.”

I looked at him in a trance.

Was this Sean?

The man seemed to be just another man with the same face and body as Sean.

At least not long ago, Sean, whom I knew, would care about me, would love me, and would talk to me tenderly.

Oh, I remembered when he took the blocker for me, I said he was crazy.

He said, “I am crazy when you are dead.”

At that moment, the attention in his eyes still lingered in my mind.