Semua Bab I'm Glad We Met After Marriage: Bab 31 - Bab 40

“Save that for later. I have to get there now, or else, they’ll sign the contract without me.”I rushed to the restaurant. As soon as I walked in, I saw Zach talking with a middle-aged man at a table by the window. There was a folder on the table, probably with the contract inside.I made it just in time. They had not put down their signatures.I headed straight for them. The waiter recognized me and quickly came over. “Ms. Freeman, will you—”“Give me a cup of black tea. No coffee today.”“Okay. What about the tiramisu?”“Hold off on that for now.”I approached the table, and Zach looked up when he heard my voice. He was surprised to see me, but he still stood up and pulled out a chair for me.He was a natural gentleman. Such actions came so naturally to him that he did them without thinking. Even if he did not want to, his habits took over.I smiled and nodded at the middle-aged man. I knew him. He was Henry Gaber, vice president of Wilson Corporation.His presence could on

I saw myself as witty, cute, and funny. But once, Sophie told me that men did not care about women being funny.Men wanted women to be gentle, cute, and affectionate. Men did not look for qualities like cheerfulness, humor, or honesty, which women often valued.Hence, more women put on a pure and innocent front. According to Sophie, this was like a demand chain. Men had certain preferences, so women changed themselves to fit those preferences.I looked at the back of Zach’s head and wanted to ask if he felt the same way. But honestly, I did not have to. I already knew that his answer would be yes.He stopped at the coffee shop’s entrance and helped me out of the car.However, he only held on to the sleeve of my top. He did not even touch my skin.I could not stop myself from saying, “I don’t have a contagious disease. You don’t need to worry about catching anything.”He did not come inside with me, and I did not plan to invite him either. He was busy with helping Wilson Corporat

Thankfully, it was not what I had thought. Mrs. Wilson had handed me a share transfer agreement instead of a divorce agreement.I quickly skimmed through the papers. It was an agreement to transfer Zach’s 50% share of our company to Cecilia.Sophie had told me about this when I was in Iceland, but I never took it seriously. I did not think it would happen, but it actually did.Mrs. Wilson kindly handed me a pen. She even uncapped it and put it in my hand.“Zach didn’t need your approval to transfer his shares to Cecilia since it doesn’t affect you. However, the lawyer suggested getting your signature because you’re the co-owner.”I tried to steady my hand as I held the pen.“Why didn’t Zach talk to me about this?”“How could he bring it up?” Mrs. Wilson said considerately. “It’s awkward for him to tell you that he’s giving Cecilia shares from the company you both built. But he’s already signed. Look.” She pointed at the last page, where Zach’s signature was.I recognized his ha

I jumped out of the car, and Sophie said, “You forgot this.”She handed me the folder with the share transfer agreement, and I took it.“Throw it in Zach’s face and tell him that you’re not dead yet!”“But he’s transferring his own shares.”“You’re still his partner.”With that, I entered the house. Mrs. Hudson was still waiting for me. She had made porridge and kept it warm in a pot.She helped me change into some slippers and said, “Mr. Gordon came home early today and asked why you weren’t back yet.”“Oh.” I then thanked her for helping me.“He went straight to his room when he got home and didn’t visit Ms. Wilson,” she whispered.I knew that she was just trying to be helpful. But when she said that, it sounded like Cecilia and I were waiting in our separate houses for Zach to visit us.As I went upstairs, Zach came downstairs with a cup of milk. Seeing him made me grip the folder even tighter.While we walked past each other, he suddenly stopped and asked, “Have you ea

Zach was there yesterday?I was still out of it when Derrick said, “Put your hand on this pillow. I’ll check your pulse.”With shaky hands, I placed my hand on the pillow. My heart was beating fast.Derrick had a sharp gaze. As he checked my pulse, he would occasionally glance up at me. Each time he did, my heart would skip a beat.“Are you feeling nervous?” he suddenly asked.“You can tell from my pulse alone?”He laughed. “Of course. When someone’s nervous, their pulse is quick and uneven. Don’t worry. Your condition isn’t that serious.”Zach stood next to me, and I felt a lot of pressure.Derrick appeared to be incredibly skilled, not like any ordinary doctor. It felt as if he could even tell how many moles I had.The pulse check seemed to take forever. Besides, the room was so quiet that I could only hear the ticking clock on the wall.Finally, Derrick lifted his fingers off my wrist, and I sighed in relief.He smiled and nodded at me. “Mrs. Gordon, please wait in the wa