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Chapter 159
Stop It, She’s Remarrying! By Stellar Strands Chapter 159
Before he could even finish, she spoke.
“You wantto show how loving we are as a couple to the
audience?”
“Yes.”
Conrad put a hand on Fia’s shoulder.
“We won’t divorce, so we can’t let this continue.”
“Is the reason really because we’re not divorcing, or is it because you’re worried this might affect the corporation?” Fia opened her eyes and turned around, looking at Conrad.
As the night lamp shone, she could see his amber eyes very clearly.
If she didn’t know who he really loved, she would suspect that he really did love her. Otherwise, he wouldn’t look at her like he would at the stars above.
Conrad stared at Fia for two seconds and said, “Both, I guess.”
Fla laughed mockingly. “You’re willing to sacrifice yourself to sugarcoat things.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtConrad then said, “I don’t feel like I’m sacrificing anything. I only wish that we can go back to how things were like before.”
Fia raised her eyebrow. “Before?”
Conrad continued, “Before Ecback.”
“You’re dreaming!” Fia countered without pause.
“Alright, go to bed.” Conrad tapped her shoulders and closed his eyes
first.
He had a bad temper. If he let her continue, they were going to have a fight again.
Fia looked at Conrad with resentment and hit his hand away. Then, she turned her back to him.
The next day, after breakfast, Fia went to the company with Conrad.
It was her first tgoing to his company.
He led her down the car. Before he could even get into the building, a horde of reporters surrounded them.
“Mr. Maxwell, can you explain the relationship between you and Ms. Manning?”
“Mrs. Maxwell, do you know what happened yesterday? Ms. Manning is your cousin. What is your opinion on the relationship between your husband and cousin?”
“Mr. and Mrs. Maxwell, there are rumors saying that you have already signed the divorce papers. Is that real?”
Dozens of questions were thrown at them, and all of them were about their relationship.
Fia was getting a headache from all of it.
Conrad held her hand and gave her a look, telling her to say something.
She remembered the script that he gave her before leaving.
“I’m sorry, everyone. But my husband and I have a very good relationship. Yes, very good.” She smiled brightly and held Conrad’s
arm.
“See? After I married him, I didn’t need to work and I had servants to
wash our clothes and make our meals. All I need to do every day is listen to music or read books. Maybe sgardening too. Then at night, we can spend sttogether doing snaughty things. What a happy life that is.”
Conrad was wearing his normal expression when Fia gave the first part of her speech. However, when she reached the second part, he frowned slightly.
“Thank you for your concern. As you can see, our relationship is still as strong as usual. We won’t divorce as I didn’t cheat on her.”
A reporter asked, “Then, how was the picture of you and Ms. Manning taken yesterday in the Manning residence?”
Conrad glanced at Fia next to him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThere was something that he didn’t want to say, but he had to.
He raised his head and looked the reporter straight in the eyes. “It was an accident. Ms. Manning is my wife’s cousin. She went through, sthings lately and her mental stability has deteriorated.”
It was normal for someone whose mental stability had deteriorated to get the wrong person or act out of character.
Conrad stopped and simply let the reporters cto their own
conclusions about Esme.
Silas then cover to get rid of the reporters.
Conrad held Fia’s hand and walked into the company.
The receptionist smiled brightly. “Good morning, Mr. and Mrs.
Maxwell.‘
Conrad nodded and pulled Fia into their private elevator.
Once the door of the elevator closed, he asked, “Why did you say that
in front of the reporters?”
“Which one? About the naughty twe have at night?” Fia giggled. “I
didn’t lie, did I?”