After being reborn, I make up my mind to stop chasing after my husband and daughter

Chapter 503

I never really thought he was pulling strings behind my back, but that one sentence hit me like a bolt of lightning.

“Mr. Jennings, did you really give my brother this job just because of me?” I blurted out, not caring about being polite.

Edward took a sip from his coffee cup. “Your brother sent in his resume, and my company happened to be hiring. He fit our requirements.”

His answer was watertight, not a single flaw to be found.

It was like throwing a punch into cotton–completely powerless, and it left me even more uneasy.

“My brother just graduated and doesn’t really know how things work out there yet. Please, Mr. Jennings, I hope you can give him a fair chance and put him somewhere that suits his abilities,” I pleaded, nervously twisting the hem of my dress, my face shifting between anxious and embarrassed.

Edward, tall and imposing, leaned back in his chair, a deep and unreadable look in his eyes.

He looked at me with a faint, almost teasing smile. “Ms. Murphy, are you worried I’ll give him special treatment just because of you?”

I was already nervous, and now my cheeks burned with embarrassment.

I bit my lip, shaking my head. “No, I know you’re always professional, Mr. Jennings. You’d never mix business with personal

matters.”

leaned in, his presence so

a proud, commanding aura in his eyes–like he was born to be in charge. I stared at

scared, he stopped messing with me and curved his lips into a faint smile. “Relax. I won’t

just made me even

at the table and chuckled. “Wow, these dishes are really spicy,

paused for a second, wondering if he wasn’t

of braised turtle. “Pretty good. I’ve heard turtle is

it is.

got me sick, I’ve been feeling kind of drained. Guess I

awkward, not

me. He ate slowly, checking out what I was weating. “That dress

I’d picked the most dowdy, old fashioned dress I owned, and he actually thought it

the compliment,” I replied, forcing

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you’re in mourning for dinner with me, Ms. Murphy. What exactly are you trying to say?” Edward