The Doting Bigwig

Autumn had come to Emperia, the capital city. The air was slightly chilly.Willow Jett leaned against the door of the toilet cubicle as she stared at a photo on her phone. It was of a man's side profile. The man was her husband, Quentin Strand.There was a woman beside him, but her face had been blurred out. All that was visible was a tattoo of a rose behind her shoulder.Just then, she heard the sound of someone turning on the tap outside. The lowered voices of some employees followed this as they gossiped."Look at how Ms. Jett's always working and doesn't bother dressing up. Isn't she worried about Mr. Strand doing things behind her back?""I know, right? I think they've been married for almost three years, yet they still don't have any kids.""I heard it's because Ms. Jett can't have kids …"They soon left, and silence descended upon the restroom once again.Willow pushed the door of her cubicle open, looking pale. She looked at herself in the mirror—there stood a woman dre

Theodore bet Willow had forgotten all about that meeting in their youth.Willow bit her lip. She couldn't see Theodore's face clearly. She asked awkwardly, "Could you help me find my glasses?"Silence was all that answered her. Theodore didn't say anything.Willow stood before him, her face red with embarrassment. Her bright eyes had a languid seductiveness. It was too bad they were unfocused, and she wasn't looking at him.Back then, he'd been forced to leave the country. By the time he returned, she'd already married someone else.Theodore gave an unfathomable chuckle before finding the glasses and handing them to Willow."Thanks." She reached out to accept them. She instinctively retracted her hand as her fingers brushed against his rough ones. "Sorry."She put the glasses on. Her vision was finally clear again.Theodore's eyes darkened a little. He looked away and turned to enter the banquet hall.Willow stood there for a few seconds longer before following him in.…"Yo

Quentin … Quentin …Willow stood up. Her glasses were long gone, revealing the bright, seductive eyes that were always concealed behind them.She took off her frumpy jacket and untucked her blouse. Then, she let down her hair, allowing it to cascade over her shoulders. After that, she retrieved a lipstick from her bag and removed her heels.In the restroom, Willow turned on the tap and let it run as she returned to her senses. She looked at herself in the mirror.Her reflection showed a woman with a gorgeous face and delicate features. Her face was bare, and her red lips were the only spot of color. Yet, her beauty was enough to take one's breath away.Back in college, she'd been the prettiest woman on campus. Countless men had had crushes on her and wanted to win her heart.She'd only put on those glasses, tied her hair up, and dressed frumpily because of what Quentin had told her after they'd married. He'd told her that she belonged to him and that he didn't want so many people

Theodore looked deadly serious. It didn't feel like he was joking.Willow was stunned. Her ears turned red as awkwardness and embarrassment washed over her.Indeed, she was the one who'd seduced him last night, but she thought sleeping around was a regular thing for someone like Theodore. Yet now, he was telling her last night had been his first time.Theodore looked at Willow, whose head was bowed as her mind wandered. She had his shirt on, revealing a little of her collarbone. The hickeys on it were plain to see.The memories of last night flooded his mind, and his eyes darkened. He looked away from her."I'll give you a week." Theodore stood up. His voice was calm but firm. "I want to see your divorce agreement in a week."…Willow got into the back seat of the car as the driver drove her.Her head was still hurting from her hangover. She massaged her temples, thinking about Theodore demanding her to get a divorce. She felt like she was dreaming.How ridiculous was this? So

"What's wrong?" Willow held a folder as she stood there in her red dress and heels. The lights accentuated her features and made her look more breathtaking than ever."It … It's nothing." Sonia's expression changed slightly, but she quickly regained her composure and stepped forward to link arms with Willow. "I'm just not used to your sudden change.""Get used to it, then." Willow shook her off, looking distant. She moved to sit behind her desk.Sonia acted like she usually would and sat down opposite Willow without waiting for an invitation. She said coquettishly, "I still think your old look suits you best. You looked like such an intelligent woman!"Willow's head was bowed as she focused on a contract. She didn't even look up as she smiled mockingly. "You can go for that look, then."Sonia's face clouded over."Oh, right. I wanted to tell you about a change in your job." Willow pushed a document over to her.Sonia's expression shifted. A change in her job? Was Willow transfer