Love Contract with CEO

Chapter 39 The Conflict Escalated



Chapter 39 The Conflict Escalated

"I don't want to," Mary was scared and said, shaking her head like a rattle.

"Did you hear that?" William glanced at Victor defiantly.

Victor squinted his eyes and said nothing.

Mary wondered what was going on. The conflict between the two had been sublimated. Did she get

involved?

"Victor," Mary hurried to interrupt the weird atmosphere, "Go and change your clothes. I'll go later.

Hurry up."

As Mary spoke, she winked at Victor with all her facial muscles.

"Mary, why are you blinking?" William exposed her little trick rudely.

"Ha ha... Well..." All of a sudden, Sheryl stopped and looked embarrassed.

"Victor, why haven't you come here yet?" The dresser's voice came from afar.

"I'm coming now." Replied Victor. He took a look at William, and slowly released Mary, and said, "I'll go

first."

"Okay." Mary nodded repeatedly as if she was relieved.

As soon as Victor turned around, William shook off his hand holding Mary and said, "Don't come to the

site again."

"Okay, okay, okay." Mary nodded. It was the last day anyway. Besides, the site was so boring that it

was not as comfortable as the office.

"Oh, my God!" the director came back after he finished his work. "Boss, you don't know how beautiful

Mrs. Mary looks in the camera."

"Oh? Really?" Looking at Mary, William wore a faint smile.

"Yeah, yeah," the director seemed to be unaware of the subtle atmosphere between the two people,

and continued to praise Mary. "It's really not worse than professional actors. The camera..."

"Can I have a look?" Asked William.

"No problem," the director said with a smile. "Come here, Boss."

"Okay." William put his hands in his pockets. He take some steps and suddenly turned around to say to

the stunned Mary, "Go and fetch the photo album from my car. Here you are."

Then he handed the key to her.

"Okay, fine." Mary nodded and ran to the place where he parked.

Standing in front of the camera, William watched the scene they had just taken.

"Look, look," the director couldn't help but praise, "No NG."

"Okay, I see." With a groan, William watched that, in the video, Victor held Mary in his arms. What a

domineering man he was! The words "My feeling just comes out and becomes stronger and stronger

now" were really affectionate.

Who was the scriptwriter? It was unreliable. How could a master say such sweet words?!

'The confusion in Mary's eyes didn't change. She acted as she really was. How dare she film such an

intimate scene?! She had been living too comfortably recently, hadn't she? !'

William clenched his fists more and more tightly.

Mary whispered as she was walking, "Photo album? What kind of photo album is it?"

She had never expected that it would be a wedding photo album.

Mary took out the thick photo album and saw the photo where they were together. She thought of that

unexpected kiss again, and William didn't even give an explanation. It was really the boss's style.

If it weren't for that kiss, how could she be attracted by him?

"Let me stay away from you, William." She touched him on the photo and walked back with the album

in her arms. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

"I thought you wouldn't come back." As soon as Mary walked over, William said sarcastically, "You had

a secret sleep? "

"Well," Mary's corners of mouth twitched, "Boss, you are so good at joking. I ran here."

"Have you brought the photo album?" William didn't want to talk any nonsense to her.

"Yeah." Mary nodded and handed the photo album to him.

"Don't give it to me," said William, shaking his head. "Go and bring it to the people on the shooting

site."

"What? !" Mary's eyes twitched, "Boss, are you kidding me?"

"Kidding?" William thought he had heard a joke, "Do you think I'm kidding?"

Hearing that, Mary shook her head subconsciously. With a satisfied smile on William's face, even his

teeth were exposed, as if he was being coaxed like a child, William said, "Then go and show it to the

people on the shooting site, or I will deduct your bonus, okay?"

Looking like a disguised wolf, William said to Mary who looked like a little rabbit, "Little rabbit. Be good.

Wolf is going to eat you. Are you happy?"

"Go ahead."

It was as pathetic as Mary. After hearing the order of William, she showed the photo album to the

people on the shooting site as if she was selling it.

"This is my wedding photos. Are they beautiful?"

"I'll show you something good, ha ha."

"I'm so happy to share my wedding photos with you."

After these people had watched their wedding photos, the CEO finally allowed Mary to change clothes.

Tears welled up in Mary's eyes.

"Why don't you show me the wedding photos?" In the lounge, Victor asked.

"What's so good about it?" pursing her lips, Mary continued, "I don't know what's wrong with him today.

Why does he ask me to show it to others?"

"Maybe, he wants to show off."

"It's impossible," said Mary with a dark face. "I'm leaving now, Victor. I won't make him wait too long

and deduct my bonus."

Hearing this, Victor was confused and said, "The way you get along with each other is really strange."

"Well, there is something more strange." Without saying anything more, Mary rushed out with her bag.

Looking at her back, Victor slowly frowned.

When they walked out of the shooting site, the aura of a "good husband" from William forcefully

escorted Mary to the passenger seat. Mary had to smile and said, "Honey, you are so good."

"It's my pleasure," said William, "I have prepared a surprise for you at home."

Surprise? Mary paused and looked at William in surprise. The icy face that had never changed for

thousands of years not only smiled today, but also said that he had prepared a surprise for himself. My

God, the spring of Mary finally came? 'The big boss finally saw my kindness, wisdom, beauty and

temperament? !'

Suppressing the excitement that was about to burst out in her heart, Mary asked softly, "What

surprise?"

"You'll know it when we get home."

Excited and nervous, the two of them came to the apartment finally.

"Open the door and have a look." William stood behind Mary and said.

With her hands trembling, Mary opened the door slowly.

There was no colorful balloons, no romantic candlelight dinner, no new decoration, but only wedding

photos all over the room, hanging on the wall and on the table.

Mary thought, 'What? Is this the surprise? Are you sure you are not here to make me sick?'

Mary walked in with, followed by William.

"How do you like it?" He asked.

"Well, well, well." Mary nodded. "It's good." 'But what a bad taste.'

"Mary," called William.

'It's not that simple. What is he going to do?' Mary thought? 'Would he confess his love to her? Will he

say that a one-year marriage contract is too short, and he want to extend the contract to one hundred

years so that I will never be able to escape?'

"I regret it," said William, staring at Mary. "I regret letting you find a boyfriend as soon as the contract is

over."

Look, look, look! Mary was overjoyed.

"Why... Why?"

"Because, it will cause me trouble."

"What...?" "What do you mean?" Mary was confused.

"If you find a boyfriend as soon as we divorce," said William with a smile, "Then the image of harmony

between the couple we have worked hard to create this year will be destroyed soon, right?"

"Splash!"

It was like a basin of cold water pouring down, and after a long time, Mary sneered. Sure enough, she

thought too much.

"Okay, it's up to you." Mary nodded automatically.

"Mary, what's wrong with you?" "Do you really think I have prepared a surprise for you?" William

frowned.

"Yeah." "Your words are the biggest surprise tonight." Mary said, unable to defended.

"Are you mad?" William raised his eyebrows.

"No, I do not dare." Mary put down her bag and said, "I'm going to have a rest. I'll come out to cook

later."

Seeing Mary left and closed the door, the anger in William's heart suddenly burst out.

'How could she, Mary, make me angry?! I have worked hard to go to the studio and specially asked the

staff to hang the photos on the wall when he came back. However, she just showed such a disgusted

expression?! Besides, Mary, do you really want to escape from and find a new boyfriend?! Are those

words that you like me are bullshit? !'

William was so angry that he didn't realize that what he thought had exceeded what a nominal husband

should care about.

Lying on the bed and listening to the sound of the pot smashing and kicking outside made by William,

Mary was unmoved.

'Is a businessman always like this? Is it interesting to play tricks like this? What surprise? Was it just to

fool others?! William, you are so cruel.

"Du, du, du..."

The phone in his pocket rang. William took it out impatiently and said angrily, "Hello? Who?"

"William."

"Frank?" Hearing that, William frowned, trying to calm down, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Take me away."

"What's wrong? What happened?" Hearing Frank's words, William frowned.

"I want to leave this place. I hate this place! Take me away!" On the other side of the phone, Frank was

very emotional.

"Okay," said William calmly. "Don't worry. Tell me what happened first."

There was no response from the other end of the phone for a long time.

"Frank, are you still there? "

"I'm with Nancy."

Oh my God! Hearing that, the hand holding the phone tightened all of a sudden. If he were to be with a

woman, he would suffer more than killing him!

"Are you at home? I'm going to see you." Said William firmly.

"Okay."

As soon as Mary got up and opened the door, she saw that William grabbed his coat and rushed out.

Mary heaved a sigh of relief. But at the same time, she also felt depressed.

William must have someone other than her, does he? It was late at night, and he didn't return home at

all. Now he was in a hurry to go out. Everything was good evidence.

Standing in front of the window, Mary saw from a distance that William anxiously opened the car door

and drove away. He couldn't pretend to be nervous. He was really nervous.


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