Surprised Wife With Twins

Was he... suspicious?

Finnley panicked. He put down the documents and came to Ivan. Aubree had told everyone what to do if van asked about Jennifer. So, there was no second answer.

Since Ivan had selective amnesia, he could bring the pains back to him. Besides, Finnley heard that Jennifer had left with Spencer.

So Finnley's answer was the same as what Aubree had said last night. Ivan remembered Jordan's expression again last night. His wounded heart sank.

He felt isolated.

How could he, the president of the Marsh Group, be fooled by a woman?

Ivan didn't believe it. But he had no proof.

Catherine showed up at the door with a cup of coffee. When Finnley turned around, he found her in a different style.

She had changed not only her haircut but also her outfit. Catherine no longer looked like the tough female leader, but rather a lovely, sweet girl, like Jennifer.

"Mr. Marsh, Finnley, good morning.” Catherine was polite. Her voice was gentle and there was a smile on her face.

Finnley looked at Ivan, "Mr. Marsh, if there is nothing else, I'll go

to get

"Okay."

coffee on the table, smiling all

the loss of memory, Ivan didn't hate Catherine.

stayed on

eyes. She was ecstatic that he was looking

name is Catherine Collins. We have known each other for more than 20 years, and I've been the vice president of the Marsh Group for more than ten years. You got my resume on your laptop. I suppose you've checked it." Ivan indeed had. Catherine

birthday and holiday together." As she spoke, she showed him the photos

the photos. There were

ago, two years ago, three years ago, four years

planted trees with the employees

intimate in the photos, but it could be seen that they understood each other well and were

happy seeing no disgust and coldness

was still her prince charming, the god she worshipped, her

phone to her. Catherine took it, and then turned around, and sat down on Ivan. She really couldn't control herself

caught Ivan

kissed him on the lips, but he turned his face. Her kiss