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?”

and Callum to be separated like this; there was no hatred or resentment, and they would

was better than getting back together, and then resenting

went wrong

her that she was the one he still loved, she had no

33 years old, and

was, the

of relief after learning that Lillian had returned

slowly returning to normal, she announced, “We will ask Amelia out the next time I am free, and the three

out again,” Lillian

pass quickly,”

the past five years, but some would never change.

to an office building on the west side of the city. Intending to start

she was about to enter the office

voice behind her, and 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.

nearer. “Mrs. Youngblood!” the bodyguards and the driver exclaimed.

start, Rosalie stood up with the help of the bodyguards. “I’m fine.” Then, she looked at

who saved her

right,

raised his head, and she

she realized inwardly.

young gentleman in Strico, her ex-boyfriend

16H

was different now.

and dirty sneakers. His once handsome face had aged. Even the

would be in his mid-thirties, but

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

who was

across his face. Then, he smiled bitterly. “It’s you. I learned from the news that you’d returned to Strico, but I