President's Substitute Wife novel Chapter 247

President Jessop.

My brain was buzzing!

The next second I saw the man enter the box slowly.

He was in a matte grey suit. His hair seemed shorter than it was a few years ago.

His features didn’t change and his skin seemed a little darker.

At the moment when I saw him, my strong heart seemed to be torn open by an invisible hand.

Something was going to blow out!

“Hello, President Jessop. She’s the lead designer, Becky Jones.” David stood up and introduced me to Sean.

Obviously, Sean had met other people before.

I quickly got up and said to Sean, “Hello, President Jessop.”

Sean looked coldly at my face and quickly looked away.

He said coldly, “hello.”

His voice was full of indifference.

His attitude to me hurt me.

What was I looking forward to?

Wasn’t that the best?

I told myself in my heart.

I suppressed my disappointment and smiled at Sean.

I didn’t sit until he sat down.

I hardly spoke at dinner. David asked Sean about the club.

Sean didn’t look at me.

It seemed that I didn’t exist.

At the end of the meal, I went to the bathroom alone and made up.

I thought everyone had left.

But as soon as I got out of the box, I saw Sean standing in the corridor with his back against the wall. He was talking to a middle-aged man.

When he saw me coming out, he waved at the middle-aged man.

He stood up straight and looked at me and said, “Miss Jones, let me drive you back to the hotel.”

“Ah?”

I was stunned.

My mouth was open and I had no idea what he meant.

He didn’t talk to me in the box just now, but now he said he wanted to drive me.

Did he recognize me?

It was impossible!

I quickly dismissed my speculation.

Even Inez couldn’t recognize my face.

Sean was expressionless and not surprised. He explained lightly, “don’t get me wrong. I just want to ask about Mr. Moore.”

With that, he turned and walked out.

I was relieved but I was a little disappointed.

I smiled and said, “thank you, President Jessop.”

I walked fast and followed him.

We hadn’t seen each other for five years. Sean was now driving a sapphire Bentley SUV.

I was on the copilot.

He pulled out of the parking lot and asked me, “are you Murray’s Apprentice?”

“Yes.”

“Is Mr. Moore healthy recently?”

“Yes.”

Sean heard my answer and squinted at me. He seemed a little unhappy and said, “do you say only one word at a time?”

I was stunned by his words.

When I talked to Sean, I was under a lot of pressure. I was afraid I said something wrong and let him find out who I was.