The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 840

In an instant, Lillian’s colleagues flocked over to her. There was even a hint of unctuousness in their voices.

Some of them began asking Lillian tentatively about the nature of her relationship with Callum.

“Does Callum want to get back together with you, Lillian?”

“He took you away from the horde of reporters that day. He was so handsome that he looked like the prince who rescues the princess in a fairy tale!”

“Will you become Mrs. White, Lillian?”

Naturally, Lillian knew that Callum was the reason for the abrupt change in her coworkers’ attitudes toward her.

Wryly, she pondered about how society was so materialistic. As he had experienced a lot over the past five years, it did not bother her very much.

“There is nothing going on between me and Mr. White now, so please don’t speculate any further. I have somebody in my life now, and it will cause trouble for me if you go on proclaiming that,” Lillian said coldly.

Her colleagues looked at each other with embarrassment at her words and dispersed soon after.

At last, Lillian regained some peace.

Callum was nowhere to be seen when she arrived

me the day before. “Mr. White said that this matter should be laid to rest,” his men had

informed her. “Don’t worry, Ms. Quinn. Your life will return to normal as before.”

“As before…” she wondered to herself. “Does that mean he won’t be showing up anymore?”

Lillian felt her nose twinging at that thought, and her eyes suddenly felt moist and warm. “This is what I’ve been waiting eagerly for,” she told herself. “What’s there to be upset about?”

was the best ending for her and Callum to be separated like this; there was no hatred or resentment, and they would remember

getting back

things went wrong again.

one he still loved, she

years old, and no longer 28.

the more timid

after learning that Lillian had returned home and that

free, and the three of us will have a good catch-up. We haven’t

the three of us hung out again,” Lillian replied before sighing. “Time flies. It’s been almost five

pass quickly,” Rosalie

five years, but some would

the west side

office building, something

Rosalie felt herself shoved aside with great force, causing her to fall to the ground. At the same time, she felt a pair of hands wrapped protectively around her.

of footsteps drew nearer. “Mrs.

the help of the bodyguards. “I’m fine.” Then, she looked at the man getting to his feet and

was the fellow who saved

you all right, sir?

raised his head,

she realized

was a prominent young gentleman in Strico, her ex-boyfriend at that time,

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different now.

was clad in shabby clothes and dirty sneakers. His once handsome face had aged. Even the

be in his mid-thirties, but

typical suit and leather shoes, the bright young heir of the Xanthos family. Now,

was tired

“It’s you. I learned from the news that you’d returned to