บททั้งหมดของ Love After Marriage： My Poor Husband Is A President: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

I went out to dinner alone, and I didn't get any calls from Brenda.Good. He's busy.Busy helping the career of his favorite girl, busy using his own resources to pave her way.In that case, why should I bother him voluntarily?I pulled out the black card Brenda had given me.I don't even know how much money was in it because I never used it.But today, I don't want to hurt myself.He's my husband. He's supposed to pay for some of my living expenses, isn't he?I said to the waiter, give me the best black truffle.I don't like the taste of black truffles, but that's okay, it's expensive.The waiter said their black truffles were flown in this morning.It's $6,000 a carat, measured in diamonds.As much as you eat, you dig on the spot.I took one look at the smoked salmon on my plate, and I said yes, and I didn't say stop, and you kept digging.Watching the dark truffle crumbs fall on the

"You mean Jessica followed Catherine?"Jonathan was nervous. "It looks like she's investigating something, right?"I nodded to show that I thought so too.Jonathan: "If we could find a professional private investigator -"Me: "I have someone for you."Jonathan: "The one who took you away on the green motorcycle the day of the party?"I was helpless: "How even you know?"Jonathan: "Hey, I'm the host."I pointed out Safis's contact information to Jonathan: "You can find him yourself, but if you don't want Jessica's side to feel offended and upset, I suggest you help her secretly.""Like Brenda did to you?"Jonathan laughed.I gasped. "You said Brenda...""Fiona, I've never seen my brother do to any woman the way he does to you. Even Jenny."Jonathan suddenly said very seriously, "To a person's good, if you want to let her know, that is something." You'd think he'd be nice to Jenny, but what you

"I think it's time for you to take the initiative and talk to him," Mr. Safes said.I thought about it and hesitated. "Do you think I should talk to him directly, or should I talk to his wife first?"I was concerned, as a party to this, that Professor Calder would find it difficult to speak up to me."You'll have to talk to him."Because, Safes told me, Professor Calder's wife had died three days earlier after a short illness.I was surprised: "How come? I've asked about her and she's stable!"Safis: "There is no way, her kidney failure found a suitable donor organ, several years down the recovery is not bad." But there was a sudden rejection. It started quickly. Even if she were alive, I wouldn't recommend talking to her directly."I thought about it and agreed with Safis.No woman should want to hear about a scandal between her husband and a schoolgirl, whether real or framed.And I really shouldn't bother this poor si

When I finished playing "Do Re Mi", I felt calmer than ever before.Dropping my hands, I looked gratefully at Safis."Thank you, Safes, I think I'm ready."I am willing to open my heart to face my private past, and I am willing to listen calmly to Professor Calder's account of the whole story.I'm ready to accept the hurt that may or may not have happened.Today, I'm not the same Fiona who was ruled by fate and prejudice.I am a strong and wise female journalist, and I want to know the truth behind this incident, in the hope that I can film the evidence in front of the enemies who continue to release malicious intentions against me.I want them to never hurt me or my friends, family, loved ones again.Everything I do is for myself, for what I cherish, and for all those who cherish me.I finally met Professor Calder, who would have been in his late fifties this year.He looked more like an overworked old man than t

I thought it was strange, but I didn't think much of it.After all, Brenda was so busy, she probably happened to be doing something important and didn't see my message.I was about to turn on the light for a rest when a hand grabbed my wrist.He pushed me against the wall and tried to do something to me.I automatically thought it was the burglars.But I soon found out it wasn't.Because this man's breath is so familiar to me.It's Brenda."Are you at home? Why don't you come back..." I tried to talk to Brenda.But he doesn't seem to think so.And I smell alcohol.He's been drinking. Seems like a lot.When he kissed my lips, the taste of brandy was still in his mouth.There's something wrong with him today, at least not as gentle as he used to be.He always knows what I need, so we have a good relationship as a couple.At least I didn't complain to him about it.But someth