My Wife Is An All-Around Expert by Elton Joe

Chapter 8

Russell and Veronica were chatting happily when they suddenly felt a strong pressure approaching them.

Russell looked up, surprised, and saw a man standing by the table. “Mr. Hersey, why are you here?” he exclaimed. He had only met Patrick twice before and never expected Patrick to recognize him.

Russell quickly stood up, unsure of where to put his hands properly. “Mr. Hersey, are you here for dinner too?”

Violet was still a bit dazed. “Why is Patrick here too?” she asked herself inwardly. Patrick glanced at Russell and then shifted his gaze to Veronica’s face. He smirked slightly and said, “I’m here to see this young lady!”

Veronica blushed and stood up, her voice slightly trembling with awkwardness as she asked, “Mr. Hersey, do we know each other?”

Patrick replied playfully, “We have an instant connection! It’s fate, I guess.”

Veronica shyly lowered her head, her face turning red. She couldn’t help stealing glances at Patrick and nervously said, “I… I also feel a strong connection with you, Mr. Hersey!”

Patrick pondered for a moment and then told his assistant behind him, “Since this lady and I have such a connection, please get her a cup of coffee. It’s on me!”

After saying that, Patrick gave a meaningful look to Violet and then to Veronica. “We will meet again!”

turned around and walked away

aback, suddenly understanding the

that she was in a restaurant, she would have burst

to the meaning

sat down and excitedly looked at Veronica. “Veronica, you really don’t know Mr. Hersey? I can tell he has some special feelings

meeting, but… he seems to treat me differently. Maybe he finds me

expression, Violet couldn’t bear to

message from

the restaurant. She got into the car and took out her phone, which

past six, someone sneaked into the Design Department and stole the backup design draft she had locked in her

sarcastically. She knew well what ill intentions Russell and Veronica were

type of persons Russell and

arrived at the hotel. As soon as she walked in,

forehead against her shoulder, his voice low as

again, unable to complete her sentence. “Pa–Patrick, wait a moment! I’ve got

at her. “What do you call me?” Violet’s face turned red, and she felt a bit