Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1002

Prev Chapter
Background

Font family

Font size

Line hieght

Full frame
Yes No

No line breaks
Yes No
Next Chapter

Chapter 1002 "Good night. See you tomorrow." Zack watched her walk down the stairs, reluctant to part with her.

Ivan said hello to him from afar until Jennifer got in the car. Zack watched the sports car drive away.

He was finally relieved that his daughter had married a good man and lived a good life.

"Mr. Clarke." Tristan came over and asked in a low voice, "Will you go home now?" He had been watching them not far away just now.

It was the first time that Tristan had heard the boss say that he would work overtime.

"Yes." Zack only said one word, feeling a little disappointed.

Tristan soon drove the car over.

Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt

Zack said to him, "I'll go back by myself. It's late now. You should go back and have a good rest." After Tristan got out of the car, Zack sat in the driver's seat and said, "You can get off work on time tomorrow.

Don't wait for me." Then he drove away.

So... the boss would still work overtime tomorrow? Standing at the gate of the company for a long time, Tristan also realized that Mr. Clarke had changed a lot recently, but he didn't ask.

He was very clear about his identity. As the special assistant of the president, he only needed to help the boss manage the company's affairs, and it was not suitable for him to ask about the boss's private affairs.

It was getting late, and the city was brightly lit. With a few stars in the sky, it seemed that bad weather was coming.

The car window was rolled down. The night wind blew Zack's gray hair.

The warm yellow light in the car reflected his wrinkles.

Michelle, he finally found his Michelle... This kind of joy made him even happier than the moment he had his son! Michelle was his daughter with his first love! It was the fruit of their love! She was the most irreplaceable person to him in the world.

In the car back to Emerald Bay, Ivan was driving. The cool night wind blew past his ears. He turned to look at the girl in the passenger seat and said, "Honey, you are in a good mood today." "I had a good conversation with Mr. Clarke," Jennifer said in a relaxed tone. "He likes our designs very much." "You got off work so late. Aren't you tired?" He was just worried about her health.

However, Jennifer shook her head and said happily, "I'm not tired. He is very satisfied with our designs. Everyone is happy." Silly girl. Of course, Zack would be satisfied, because Jennifer was his daughter! Even if her design was ugly, he would praise it.

Ivan really hoped that they could recognize each other as soon as possible. His wife was getting closer to her father step by step. She was not resistant at all. Ivan could feel that the day was coming soon.

Soon, Zack returned home.

The light in the living room had been turned off, leaving only a small lamp. The light was warm and dark at dusk.

The Clarke family, which attached great importance to health care, had a strict rest time.

At this time, as usual, both the masters and the servants would fall asleep.

Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm

No one was waiting for him tonight, and he was not angry.

In addition, he had a good time with Michelle. Zack was still in a good mood.

As soon as he entered the living room, he was about to go upstairs.

"Dad." Zack was taken aback! He took a closer look and saw his son standing alone by the railing, staring at him like a ghost.

The father and son looked at each other, and the room was very quiet.

Zack came back to his senses and felt a little touched. "Eason, why are you still up?" He then walked toward his son and asked, "Are you waiting for dad to get off work?" Seeing that Zack was walking towards him with nothing in his hands, Eason was full of disappointment. "Cake...

No cake... Cake... Waah..." Zack heard his son's words clearly, but he didn't understand what he meant for a while.

At this time, Joan, who saw the car light, rushed downstairs in slippers! Eason's words almost scared her out of her wits.

Report chapter Comments

Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Notify