Become the Wife of A CEO

In the conference room, the head of the finance department, who was reporting this quarter’s profit, broke out into a cold sweat when he saw Horace’s suddenly gloomy expression.

Was there something wrong with the report? But that was impossible because the profit has also increased by several percentages?

The supervisor wiped his sweat and reported the last part, and asked Horace cautiously, “Mr. Kirkland, may I ask… is there any problem?”

Dead silence.

Horace didn’t seem to have heard the report from the supervisor at all, just nodded, his eyes cold on the mobile phone screen on the table.

On the phone was Clara’s text message.

“Horace, I went back home to take care of my mother who was discharged from the hospital.”

The tone of voice could not be simpler which made the anger in Horace’s chest rush upward.

Her home?

Wasn’t her home supposed to be their home too?

This woman really knew how to provoke his anger!

Horace’s silence caused panic among the people present. These heads of various departments are usually all at the top of the pyramid, but at this time, looking at Horace in fear, they are afraid that he was not satisfied with this season’s performance.

Time passed by, and just when everyone felt that their backs were soaking wet, Horace finally raised his head.

Everyone thought he was going to comment on the profitability of this quarter, but he didn’t. Unexpectedly, he just said suddenly, “The meeting is suspended today, and we will continue tomorrow.”

When the words fell, he ignored the shocked eyes of the people around him, slid the wheelchair under him directly, and left the conference room.

Even Isaac was stunned at this time, stunned for a few seconds before hurriedly catching up.

“Mr. Kirkland.” He quickly caught up with Horace, “Did something happen? Is there an earthquake at our nuclear plant? Or there’s a hurricane at the power plant?”

In his consciousness, Horace would interrupt the meeting, so that must be something extremely serious happened.

Unexpectedly, Horace just stopped the wheelchair suddenly, and looked up at him coldly, “Isaac, go find out where Clara’s family lives.”

“Mrs. Kirkland’s parents?” Isaac was immediately dumbfounded.

But Horace didn’t pay attention to him anymore, just slipped the wheelchair away again, and left cold words, “Go there immediately after you find out.”

…

At this moment, Clara, who was carefully feeding Helena at home, had no idea what kind of anger a man had caused by a text message of hers.

She bought porridge from outside, but the porridge made by this restaurant was just cold rice mixed with water, so tasteless that Helena lost her appetite after a few bites.

Clara was a little anxious again. She wiped Helena’s mouth with a handkerchief and said “Mom, you eat so little. I’ll go buy you some more.”

With that, she got up and put on her coat.

Helena frowned, “It’s almost ten o’clock. Where can you buy food?”

“But you can’t eat anything. Well, if there is no restaurant, I’ll go to the supermarket to buy something back.”

Saying that she walked out of the door directly.

Walking out of the building, Clara was counting the change in her wallet while walking, when she suddenly saw a car light flashing in front of her.

She raised her hand to cover her eyes, and after finally getting used to the light, she saw a black Bentley driving slowly towards her.

Clara was stunned for a moment.

This car was…

Her house in Stratmont was rented, the most common kind of residential house, so this black Bentley was really out of tune with the surrounding scenery.

She was still in shock and didn’t react when she saw the car door suddenly open and a familiar wheelchair slowly slides down.

Clara couldn’t believe the scene she saw. She watched Horace’s wheelchair slide in front of her before she stammered, “Ho… Horace, why are you here?”

Horace looked at the woman in front of him. She was wearing pajamas inside with a sports jacket putting on outside, and the big slippers on her feet. Her hair was casually tied into a bun. It looked a bit sloppy, but for some reason, He still found it cute.

But thinking of her text message, he couldn’t help but look cold, “Why did you come home suddenly?”

Clara didn’t expect Horace to suddenly appear downstairs in her house and only asked this question. She could only answer half-truly, “My mother wanted to be discharged from the hospital, so I picked her up and took care of her.”

Horace raised his eyebrows, but did not continue to ask, “It’s late, what are you doing outside?”

“Go buy food for my mom.”

“Buy food? Ten o’clock?” Horace frowned, “The restaurants are closed.”

“Then I can only go to the supermarket to buy rice.” There was nothing at home, she couldn’t even cook porridge for my mother.

Horace looked at Clara with a bit of helplessness in his eyes.

This woman sometimes seemed to be strong, but sometimes she was a little silly. She couldn’t take care of herself, and how could she take care of her mother?

“Isaac.” After reading this, Horace said, “Go to the hotel next to you and ask them to cook some food in the kitchen immediately.”

Clara was stunned for a moment, then quickly waved, “No, I don’t need that. I’ll cook it myself.”

“It’s ten o’clock, and you asked your mother to wait for you?” Horace raised his eyebrows, “Don’t forget, your mother is still a patient.”

Clara was speechless now.

Of course, she knew that it was getting late, but she only blamed herself for being too busy today, so she was still so busy late at night.NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

Thinking that her mother was sick and hungry, Clara was no longer stubborn, so she had to accept Horace’s help and whispered, “Thank you.”

Horace’s expression softened a bit, “Let’s go, let’s go upstairs.”

“Upstairs?” Clara was stunned again.

“Otherwise?” Horace looked at the frightened little woman in front of him, his expression was even more helpless, “Are you telling me to wait for Isaac downstairs with the wind blowing?”

Clara’s face turned red again, and she quickly pushed Horace into the building.

Taking the elevator upstairs, Clara pushed Horace into her home and saw the mess in the room.

“Well… I just came back and I haven’t cleaned it up yet. I’m sorry.” After all, it was a girl. Seeing such a messy home, Clara was also a little embarrassed and quickly began to clean up.

But unfortunately, her hand was not very flexible, and when she moved it, she ripped the wound and made a painful sound.

Horace keenly noticed Clara’s twisted little face, he couldn’t help frowning, and immediately got up from the wheelchair, “Let me help you.”

Clara was so embarrassed to ask Horace, the wealthy young man, to clean up the room, and quickly waved, “It’s alright, although I can’t work fast now, I can finish it in a while.”

“In front of me, you don’t have to pretend.” Horace grabbed Clara’s hand and pushed her down on the sofa.

In front of me, you don’t have to pretend.

Such a natural sentence made Clara suddenly stunned, and she forgot to struggle, just sat on the sofa in a daze, watching Horace clean up back and forth.