Contract Marriage With The Disabled CEO

Contract Marriage With The Disabled CEO By Woody Rain Chapter 97

Contract Marriage With The Disabled CEO By Woody Rain Chapter 97

Chapter 97 Betty, I’m Sorry.

“It is likely to happen.” The man at the desk answered respectfully.

“No. We can’t let it happen.” Henry’s face was distorted with rage. He thought for a while, and said, “Well, I’ll figure out a way to hold Kerwin back tomorrow, and you try to think of a way to deal with the woman

Betty.”

The man frowned. “Mr. Martin, why don’t you find a way to kill Kerwin?”

“I did think about that,” Henry sneered. “But you know how much the old man cares about him. Ten years ago, he nearly turned Chicago inside out when that kidnapping case happened. So we’d better not do any harm to Kerwin. But with Betty, things will be different. She’s just an outsider. Even if anybody finds out what we do, the old man won’t do anything to us.”

“Got it.”

“Also,” something suddenly occurred to Henry, and he looked gloomy. “Don’t let Jeffrey know about this.”

Hearing this, the man twinkled his eyes and said, “No problem.”

“You can go now.”

“Yes, sir.”

The next day when Betty went to the magazine office, she received a message from Kerwin not long after she worked. Her husband told her he had to go on a business trip and reminded her to to apply

fresh dressing for her wound and take good care of herself.

She typed “I know” and sent the message before she continued her work.

The deadline for the press was around the corner, so people in the whole office were

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constantly on the run. They worked overtime for quite some time to finish their work.

Betty was among the group who left the office the latest. It was already past mid-night.

Unfortunately, it seemed that there was a concert being held in the stadium next to the magazine office. So the traffic jam made it worse for her. It was hard to get a cab.

Everyone decided to share a taxi home. But when asked where she lived, Betty remained

silent.

She didn’t want to tell everyone that she lived in the most luxurious villa in the city.

She smiled awkwardly and told the others that her husband was already on his way to pick her up and asked them to leave first.

Hearing this, her colleagues shouted enviously, “that’s so nice!” By and by, they got in the cab and went home. Soon, Betty

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was left alone, waiting at the gate of the magazine building.

Betty waited and waited, but there was no taxi at all. Not even one after waiting for twenty minutes. The car-hailing app didn’t work either. Kerwin was not in Chicago, and

she had no one else to ask for help from.

She had to keep waiting.

Yet the next vehicle that came in front of her was not a taxi. It was a red Ferrari.

When she saw the man behind the steering

wheel of the sports car, her face became stiff.

She wanted to turn around and left immediately

Yet the man opened the door swiftly and

caught her up.

“Betty, what are you doing?”

Betty had to stop and turn to him. “Yes, Jeffrey?”

He walked closer to her and looked a bit helpless. Yet he still opened the car door and said, “Get in the car and I’ll take you home.”

Betty did not move. “Thank you, but my husband will come pick me up.”

She accentuated the word “husband”, which incurred a deep resignation in Jeffrey’s eyes. “Betty, you don’t have to do this to irritate me. I know Kerwin and my father have both

gone on business these days.”

Betty didn’t expect that Jeffrey would know. If so, they must have been out on business to deal with family affairs. She looked embarrassed, but she still refused to get into the car. “Then I’ll just take a taxi myself.”

“How can you manage to get yourself a taxi at such a time? Come on, you don’t have to feel stressed. I’ll do nothing other than take you home. Even if the person standing in front of me here today is some ordinary employee of our office, I’ll give him or her a

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free ride without any difference.”

But he saw that Betty didn’t move at all and he became so furious that he grabbed her arm and dragged her into the car.

“Jeffrey, let go of me!”

Genuinely, she didn’t want to have any contact with him at that time, let alone their relationship was at a particularly embarrassing stage. Every time she recognized that Jeffrey still had feelings for her, she would want to distance herself from him completely.

However, no matter how hard she struggled, she could not break away from his grip and was dragged into his car that way.

Jeffrey quickly closed the door and locked it with the key in his hand. He got in the car himself and started at the fastest speed. It was too late for Betty to get off.

She looked at him with a grudge, but she had

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no solution. So she kept silent all the way.

That day, Jeffrey knew what was good and he didn’t say anything else to Betty. He only drove her back to her villa quietly.

When the car was safely parked outside the gate, Betty took a sigh of relief, and said nothing other than a terse “thank you” and immediately wanted to get out of the car.

But at this time, Jeffrey, who had been silent all the way, suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to her seat.

She was alert by his frenetic act. Her eyes were widened with shock and she warned him, “What are you doing?”

Seeing the fear in Betty’s defensive look, Jeffrey felt a slight injury at the bottom of his heart.

But soon, he whispered, “I’m sorry, Betty.”

She was stunned because she didn’t expect

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that Jeffrey would say so and stared at him blankly.

“Two years ago, I misunderstood you and left when you needed me most.” Jeffrey looked at her straight into the eye and said seriously, “I owe you an apology. I’m really sorry.”

His words rang with honesty and sincerity.

For a long time, he was trapped in his misunderstanding and occupied with the thought of taking revenge. After knowing the truth, he was tortured all the time when he thought of Betty and Kerwin. But last night, it suddenly occurred to him that he still owed

her an apology.

He wanted to say sorry for all the things he

had done.

Betty looked at him, whose eyes were glistening with earnestness and regret. Seeing his serious face, her eyes twinkled.

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She did not know how to describe how she felt at that moment.

In fact, she had never expected an apology from Jeffrey at all. Obviously, the harm he had done to her could not be compensated for by a simple “sorry”.

But looking at him, she felt the hard coldness in her frozen, defensive heart began to be dispelled a little.

She seemed to recognize the used-to-be flaunting but warm-hearted young man in Jeffrey.

Her face sank, and her eyes dodging the gaze of Jeffrey. “It’s all gone. There’s no need to mention it.”

It was true that you could heal the wound, but you could not heal the scar. And a mere apology could not fix it.

Yet it was also no use brooding over past

sorrows.

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It was still hard for her to pretend generously, in front of Jeffrey, as if she had forgiven him long ago or as if she didn’t care about him at all or to act domineeringly by saying that she wouldn’t retaliate against

him.

After all, he was the person she had loved for the first time. For her, Jeffrey became the epitome of her purest and best days. She didn’t want to ruin the perfect image of him and the memory between them.

“Betty,” Jeffrey felt his heart trembling with pain. He wanted to say something but was thwarted when she looked up into his eyes.

“Thank you for driving me home today. I must go now. See you.” Words sounded sharp. She then quickly broke away from him, opened the car door and left, without leaving any chance for him to speak.

Jeffrey remained still in his seat, looking at Betty’s back at a loss.

He was so painful that she didn’t even want

to give him a chance to apologize.

Jeffrey didn’t drive away. He just sat there blankly in the car. When he came back to his senses, two hours had passed and the night was gathering

He patted his face to make himself sober. Just when he was ready to drive away, he smelled a strange scent as if something was being

burnt.