"My wife is so virtuous. Of course, it's not your fault." Aaron lowered his head and whispered in Irene's ear, "It's all because of Carl. Although he has money in his family, he doesn't want to show off his wealth, so he won't let us make public. Think about it. If a rich man went to the bar every day, how could it be? It might have already hit the headlines."
Hearing his explanation, Irene felt a bit wronged for his concealment. But she thought what he said was reasonable.
Then she turned around and looked up into his eyes. She stretched out her finger and said, "Let's pinkie swear. You can't hide anything from me."
Aaron didn't hold her little finger, but stretched out his hand to smooth her hair. "What if it is a white lie?"
Irene frowned and hesitated. She felt like two lovely kids were fighting in her heart. One of them said, "If he tells a white lie, you shouldn't be angry." But the other one retorted, "Is a white lie not a lie?"!
She had always been suffering from selective phobia...
When Aaron saw Irene's irresolute expression, he smiled and gently held her in his arms. "Irene, as long as you believe in me, everything will be fine. You have married me for such a long time, but do you still think that I don't treat you well? You just need to remember that I will never hurt you."
Irene obediently leaned in Aaron's arms. Of course she knew that her husband was nice to her, but she dared not say that she knew her husband very well. She always felt that she could not see him clearly because he was wearing a veil.
In the cake shop, Ada read the newspaper in the shop assistant's hands. She grabbed the newspaper and saw a picture which occupied half of the page. Her eyes reddened. She tore the newspaper into pieces immediately.
The shop assistants were too scared to say a word when they saw their boss' fiery temper. They exchanged glances with each other and went on their own jobs.
Ada was sitting on the chair, trying her best to hold back her tears. Carl liked to play around, but it was the first time that he had made such a big trouble. This time, she was really angry.
For the first time, she was not sure whether her persistence was right or not. Her whole youth was around Carl, but the man never looked at her directly.
Should she try to get rid of him?
"When are you going to stop?! I turned a blind eye to all the fusss. But now, it has become a far cry on the newspaper! " Naylor Cheng, Carl's father, scolded Carl, who was sitting on the sofa and seemed not to care about it.
"Well, father, I don't know that the paparazzi in the entertainment circle are so hard to deal with. I'll be more careful next time."
His father hit Carl's head with the newspaper and said, "Next time?! Do you want it to happen again?! Do you know how the incident you put in the newspaper will affect your future career in the company? !"
Carl knew that his father was really angry with him, so he didn't dare to provoke him. He sat straight and listened to his father's advice.
"Start working tomorrow."
"…I need to go ..."
"Where are you going?! Don't go anywhere!" Carl was interrupted by his mother, who winked at him. At the same time, Lauren thought that he dared to refute. Did he want to be beaten?
Carl looked at his mother not standing on his side, flattened her mouth and stopped talking.
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