35: Chapter 35 You Should Have Confidence in Your Husband 35: Chapter 35 You Should Have Confidence in Your Husband “Honey, I’m fine, don’t bla Miss White.
It was indeed unfair to ask her to get milk tea.”
She shook her head, tears sliding down her face, yet trying to put on an indifferent facade.
It looked pitiful and heart-wrenching to the extre.
Luna White’s face was a picture of shock, too angry to speak!
Lucas Shaw’s icy gaze swept over her, as if laced with an invisible murderous intent, “If you don’t want to do it, get the hell out early.”
Luna White shook her head desperately, tears breaking free.
This ti she was truly crying.
Tears surged like tumultuous waves, overflowing and the sense of injustice spread from within her heart.
She wanted to explain, but the man in front of her had no desire to listen.
He encircled Serena Sumrs’ shoulders, his narrow eyes slightly squinting, and his thin lips parted to speak, “If you don’t want to work, go submit your resignation to HR.”
After saying that, he didn’t look back as he hugged Serena Sumrs into the CEO’s office.
Watching the door close slowly, Luna White was struck as if by thunder.
Her legs gave out, and she fell heavily to the floor, her eyes full of shock and confusion.
Why?
Why did it turn out this way?
She was sure she had a winning hand.
She hastily wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and pressed her phone to make a call, “Hello, check out who this Serena Sumrs really is for .”
“Don’t ask so many questions, just do it!”
The woman’s shrill voice echoed down the empty hallway, jarring and angry.
…
Inside the CEO’s office.
Lucas Shaw sat on the sofa, looking at the girl opposite him with crimson-rimd eyes, “Tell what happened just now.”
Serena Sumrs tilted her head, pretending to be innocent, “What are you talking about, honey?
I don’t know anything!”
Lucas Shaw clicked his tongue, his long, fair fingers tapping gently on his crossed legs, his movents lazy and casual, portraying a sense of nonchalance, yet exuding a powerful oppression.
“Was that scene earlier sothing you deliberately perford for ?
At such a young age, where did you learn these tricks?”
Serena Sumrs pursed her lips, her pale, jade-like face filled with grievance, “Your wife is being bullied, and you are questioning !”
Lucas Shaw: “…”
He frowned slightly, got up, and sat next to Serena Sumrs, seeing that she was genuinely upset, a sense of powerlessness suddenly erged in his heart.
He lifted his hand, his rough fingertips gently wiping the red corners of Serena Sumrs’ eyes, his tone took on a gentler edge, “You’ve been wronged?”
“What do you think!”
Serena Sumrs looked up, her eyes still teeming with tears, “It was clearly her who provoked first!
If not for my quick wit, even a hundred mouths could not have cleared my na today!”
With that, Serena Sumrs proudly puffed out her small chest, boasting, “When it cos to acting, I’m professional!
She’s no match for at all!”
Even if Lucas Shaw hadn’t arrived in ti today, she could have turned the tide on her own!
Lucas Shaw’s eyes hardened slightly, he remained silent, but his gaze radiated with a cold sharpness.
He gently wiped away the tears from Serena Sumrs’ cheeks, his voice deep, “You mustn’t cry anymore in the future.
Not even pretending.”
Seeing Serena Sumrs’ tears dropping in that instant, Lucas Shaw felt a profound sense of sour pain.
It was a different kind of pain from poison.
His heart felt like it was soaking in a jar of brewed sour plum wine.
Sour and astringent, yet with an indescribable sweetness.
He looked at Serena Sumrs, his dark eyes shimring with a faint glow, “Serena Sumrs, in the future you can tell about these kinds of things, and I’ll handle them.”
His little girl was pure-hearted; he couldn’t let her dirty her hands.
He married Serena Sumrs to protect her better, not to let her be wronged.
Serena Sumrs tilted her head, asking in astonishnt, “Do you really trust ?”
As soon as she finished speaking, her forehead was thumped twice with a knuckle-crack.
She winced in pain, leaning back to avoid the man’s hand, and glared at the man in front of her with a face full of accusation.
Then she heard him “tsk,” his tone full of disdain, “Idiot.
You’re my wife, and she’s just a stranger.
Would I be so foolish as to trust a stranger over my wife?”
Lucas Shaw stretched out his arm, pulling her back into his embrace, and lightly kissed the top of the girl’s head with his thin lips, whispering softly, “Serena Sumrs, you should have confidence in your husband.”
Serena Sumrs blinked her eyes, suddenly feeling a surge of joy and delight in her heart.
Is this what it feels like to be trusted?
It feels…
not bad at all!
The corners of Serena Sumrs’s mouth curled up, and her gloomy mood instantly improved.
Suddenly rembering sothing, she hurriedly lifted her head from the man’s embrace, “Honey, weren’t you in a eting?”
Lucas Shaw: “I ca back to get sothing.
You stay in the office now, soone will bring you snacks and milk tea later.”
After saying that, Lucas Shaw stood up and prepared to leave.
Before leaving, Lucas Shaw affectionately ruffled Serena Sumrs’s fluffy hair.
Watching her hair turn into a bird’s nest, Lucas Shaw’s lips curved slightly, and he withdrew his hand inconspicuously.
After Lucas Shaw left, Serena Sumrs started looking around the president’s office.
This office was sowhat different from what she had imagined.
The room was spacious, but the furnishings were very simple.
It could even be described as monotonous.
The overall tone was a simple black and white style, with two paintings hanging on the pristine white walls.
Beyond that, there was nothing else.
There was a black desk with two thick stacks of files on top, and behind it was a bookshelf.
The grey and white sofa and coffee table were probably so of the few brightly colored pieces of furniture here.
It was indeed Lucas Shaw’s style.
Just then, the door was suddenly knocked from outside.
A man in his twenties, dressed in a black suit, walked in, carrying several bags that didn’t quite match his deanor.
It was the milk tea and snacks.
“Hello, ma’am.
I’m the president’s assistant, Brandon Reese.
You can call Assistant Reese.”
Serena Sumrs looked at the man in front of her seriously, feeling he looked sowhat familiar.
Seemingly noticing the confusion in Serena Sumrs’ eyes, Brandon Reese explained, “Ma’am, the day you and Mr.
Shaw registered your marriage, I was the one who delivered the docunts.”
“Oh, it was you!” Serena Sumrs exclaid, her eyes widening in surprise.
She had been so sleepy and hungry at the ti; she hadn’t noticed anyone other than Lucas Shaw.
Therefore, she had not recognized Brandon Reese just now.
She scratched her head sowhat embarrassingly and apologized.
Brandon Reese waved his hand quickly, placing the items on the coffee table and quietly said to Serena Sumrs, “Mr.
Shaw is in a eting.
Ma’am, you can contact for anything you need.”
As he finished speaking, his gaze paused for a mont on Serena Sumrs’ slightly disheveled hair, holding back a laugh with a few coughs.
He pursed his lips, giving a tactful reminder, “Ma’am, that’s the president’s resting room over there, which has a restroom.
You can go fix your hair.”
Hair?
Serena Sumrs looked confused, reached up to touch it, and was imdiately stunned.
“Lucas Shaw!!!”
Serena Sumrs bit her lip, a hint of embarrassed anger crawling onto her porcelain white face.
Covering her face, she hurriedly ran to the restroom.
Ying~
She was too embarrassed to face anyone!
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