Chapter 4

Noelle and Shawn headed to the company after breakfast. However, she insisted on sitting in the backseat because the thought of sitting in the front passenger seat revolted her.

"I have motion sickness," she explained. "I'll be more comfortable in the backseat because I can lower the window and enjoy the wind."

Shawn didn't force her to move to the front. "Alright, then. I'll drive as smoothly as possible."

When they arrived at the company, he jogged to her side of the car to open the door for her. It was peak hour, so most of the employees were arriving at the same time. They watched as she got out of the car.

A few senior executives even ran over and said sycophantically, "You're here, Mrs. Pitt. Mr. Pitt talks about this milk tea that you like almost every day. I'll go get you one right now."

Another said, "I'll go get snacks, then. I know you like pastries."

Shawn laughed and said, "Stop feeding her. She's already put on some weight and can't wear her wedding ring anymore."

"That's where you're wrong, Mr. Pitt," one executive countered. "Mrs. Pitt looks so slim that it must be the ring's fault if she can't wear it anymore. I bet it's shrunk!"

"Come on now. It's fine if you want to flatter Mrs. Pitt, but don't you think that's a bit over the top? Silver can't shrink!"

"You don't know what you're talking about. Mr. Pitt loves Mrs. Pitt so much that he'll be happy when she is. Life will be better for all of us!"

Shawn laughed and said amicably, "Alright, alright. You guys know what my weak spot is."

Everyone laughed.

Noelle was surrounded by an entourage as she headed to Shawn's office. She had fruits, snacks, and milk tea—everything she could possibly need.

Shawn even streamed a show for her on his laptop. "I have to get to work, Elle. You can have fun here, alright? Call Wilson if you need anything. He's right outside."

She deliberately asked, "What about Jessica, your personal assistant? Why haven't I seen her around?"

"I'm not sure," he answered. "I'll have HR call her to check on her."

Before leaving, he caressed her head affectionately. "Wait for me, okay? We can have lunch together."

Shawn left, and the senior executives left with him. That was when Noelle noticed his phone on the desk. She hurried after them when she heard the senior executives whispering among themselves.

"…The rooftop? Mr. Pitt and Jessica are getting up to all sorts of tricks now."

"Well, they don't have a choice, do they? Mrs. Pitt is here today. They have to go somewhere else."

"Do we still need to bring condoms to him, then?"

"Nah. I saw him put several boxes into his pocket before heading upstairs earlier."

"Heh. Mr. Pitt is quite the man—how did he manage to buy condoms under Mrs. Pitt's nose?"

"He ordered a delivery. You know how convenient these things are nowadays. They can buy whatever you want."

It all clicked into place. The calls that morning had been from the delivery guy. Shawn had placed the order early in the morning for the delivery guy to get him the condoms. It looked like he was very excited for his rooftop rendezvous, seeing as he'd started preparing for it so early in advance.

"I wonder whether a few boxes are enough. He and Jessica went at it in the car for a day and night, and she was walking funny the next day."

"We can always bring him more if he runs out. We're his employees, so it's only right for us to keep him happy."

"Didn't you say something earlier about making Mrs. Pitt happy?"

"Tsk. What does she know? She's happy enough with a cup of milk tea and some pastries. Anyway, it's normal for someone of Mr. Pitt's status to have a few mistresses. He's rich and powerful, so it's only expected that he'll fool around behind his wife's back. It's fine as long as she doesn't find out."

"I guess you're right. She looks naive, too. It shouldn't be hard to keep this from her."

Shawn showed up as they were talking. "Don't run your mouths when Elle is around. Do you understand?"

The senior executives nodded quickly. "Of course, Mr. Pitt. We know where to draw the line."

One of them asked, "Why did you bring Mrs. Pitt along today, sir? You and Jessica have to hide at the rooftop, and we have to be careful with our words."

Shawn glared at him. "Noelle is my wife, which means she owns the company as well. She can come if she wants to. What does it have to do with you?"

"Of course, of course, sir…"

He gave the senior executives a warning look. "Take good care of Elle. She had an upset stomach last night, so don't get her anything too aggravating. Also, anyone who lets the cat out of the bag can get lost. Do you hear me?"

The senior executives nodded vigorously, looking ingratiating.

Noelle didn't stick around to hear the rest of the conversation. She hurried back to Shawn's office and placed his phone among the snacks on the desk.

Shortly after, Shawn entered the office, still looking like his usual gentlemanly self. "What is it that you're eating, you insatiable little thing? It looks good."

The way he addressed her made her stomach turn. However, she suppressed her disgust and asked, "Didn't you go for a meeting? Why are you back so suddenly?"

"I left my phone here. Did you see it?"

Noelle shook her head. "No."

He rummaged through the snacks and eventually found it. "Oh, it's here. Enjoy your snacks, then. I'll get going."

Just then, Noelle's phone rang. She answered it.

"Hello, am I speaking to Ms. Aria Byrd?"

"Yes, this is she."

"Good day, Ms. Byrd. You've booked a flight to Neloria for next week. Your ticket has been issued. All you need to do is bring your passport to board the flight."

"Anything else besides the passport?"

"No, that's all."

"Alright."

After she hung up, Shawn gave her a confused look. "Passport? Why do you suddenly need it?"