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?”

separated like this; there was no hatred or resentment, and

better than getting back together, and

if things went

that she was the one he still loved, she had no courage to be with him

was 33 years old, and

she was, the

of relief after learning that Lillian had returned home and that her

announced, “We will ask Amelia out the next time I am free, and the three of us will have a good catch-up.

Lillian replied before sighing. “Time flies. It’s been

Time does pass quickly,” Rosalie

past five years, but some would

office building on the west side of the city. Intending

enter the office building, something

a voice behind her, and Rosalie felt herself shoved aside with great force, causing her to fall to the ground. At the

footsteps drew nearer. “Mrs. Youngblood!”

of the bodyguards. “I’m fine.” Then, she looked at

the fellow who saved her moments ago.

all right,

head,

realized

was a prominent young gentleman in Strico, her ex-boyfriend at that time, and also the fiancée of

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different

His once handsome face had aged. Even the hairs by his temples were

in his mid-thirties, but he

was no longer the young man in his typical suit and leather shoes, the

worker who was tired

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