Become the Wife of A CEO

Darren didn’t expect that Ashlee would know the identity of Clara. He was surprised at first, but when he saw the domineering and crazy look of Ashlee, a trace of impatience flashed across his eyes. “I didn’t intend to hide the truth on purpose. I just didn’t mention it deliberately. Besides, they’ll attend the banquet on weekend. At that time, you’ll know.”

The mention of the party made Ashlee more desperate.

“The party, for fuck’s sake!” Ashlee’s voice became more and more sharp. “Have you ever thought that I might break down when I suddenly see Clara on the weekend? Do I have to call her aunt?”

Glenn and Valerie had always treated Ashlee as the apple of their eyes, because she had always been very willful.

But in order to get along well with Darren, she had been trying to restrain her temper for the past six months. But at this time, she was really too angry to control herself.

When she thought of Clara whom she despised most and whom she thought she had destroyed stepped on in her head and became her aunt, she was so angry that she wanted to scream.

“Darren!” The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. “Tell me! Did you do it on purpose? You still can’t forget her, right? That’s why you want to see how I’m embarrassed at the party!”

At first, Darren was annoyed by Ashlee, but when he heard her words, his anger suddenly subsided.

“Are you kidding me?” He suddenly sneered, with a cruel light flashing in his eyes. “It’s not sure who will be embarrassed at the party.”

Ashlee was stunned and finally calmed down.

She frowned, “What do you mean, Darren?”

“Aren’t you curious?” Darren lit a cigarette for himself and smoked slowly. “Clara did such a shameful thing two years ago. How could our family accept her?”

Ashlee froze. The next second, she seemed to understand what he meant. Instead of being angry, she showed an excited expression. “Darren, you mean that Horace and others still don’t know what happened to Clara two years ago?”

“Horace knows.” For some reason, his face darkened.

Ashlee was a little puzzled. “Then why did he want to marry Clara?”

“It is not my uncle that matters,” Darren was more and more agitated and he interrupted Ashlee without patiently. “The point is that my grandfather was born in a military family. He thinks highly of people’s character. He will never tolerate a filthy woman like Clara.”

Ashlee was overjoyed, “So, what are you going to do, Darren?”

“I’m going to tell Grandpa the truth of Clara Selman on the banquet.”

“That’s it?” Disappointment appeared on Ashlee’s bright face.

“Or what are you going to do?” Darren frowned.

Under the sharp gaze of Darren, Ashlee smiled awkwardly, “Nah, nothing. That’s good.”

Anyhow, Ashlee was relieved to hear that Darren was going to deal with Clara.

It meant that he had no feelings for Clara, right?

Although she was not happy that Clara could hook up with Horace, anyway, Horace was a cripple. Besides, after what had happened two years ago was exposed, Clara might be kicked out of the Kirkland family.

Thinking of this, Ashlee felt much better.

Realizing that she had been too rude before, Ashlee felt a little regretful. She immediately walked up to him and sat on his legs like a spoiled child. She said in a sweet voice, “Darren, I lost my temper just now. I’m sorry. Are you angry with me?”

A strong smell of perfume came to his nose, and Darren could not help frowning.

There was no doubt that Ashlee was pleasing to men. That’s why he chose her among so many women.

But for some reason, since he came back, he felt that Ashlee was more and more wayward and annoying, and even the smell of her perfume was particularly pungent.

Unlike Clara, she always had a faint fragrance of body wash, neither when she was in school nor now. The smell was not flamboyant, but sweet…

Damn it.

Why did he think of this woman again?

The more he looked at Ashlee, the more annoyed he became. He pushed her away, “I have a meeting. If you are tired, you can have a rest here. Remember to close the door when you leave.”

Then he stood up and left the office, ignoring the sudden paleness on Ashlee’s face.

Seeing that Darren walked out of the office, Ashlee clenched her fists, so tight that her red fingernails were almost going to pierce through her palms.

Was it her illusion? She always felt that since she met Clara, Darren had become more and more indifferent to her.

Was he still in love with Clara?

No!

Impossible!

He had already planned to make a fool of Clara. How could he still love her!

Wait a minute.

However, was it possible that the reason why he did so was to separate Horace and Clara, so that Clara would be single again?

This idea came to Ashlee’s mind, and her face turned paler.

Damn!

No, she couldn’t give Clara any chance to turn the tables.

Ashlee bit her red lips and came up with a plan.

…

When Ashlee left the office, people from the office outside couldn’t help but get excited at the sight of her.

“Oh my God! This is the fiancée of our chief editor. She is so beautiful and she dresses well,” Sarah couldn’t help admiring.

Sitting in her seat, Clara glanced at Ashlee and her eyes darkened.

Yes, Ashlee had always been beautiful. Ashlee had been like a little princess since she was a child, bright and beautiful.

In comparison, she herself was just like an unremarkable weed that would always be outshone by Ashlee’s halo.

Hearing Sarah’s words, Diane sneered, “Of course, this is the difference between a real girlfriend and a real mistress. Clara, if I were you, I would shrink back from difficulties.”

Glancing at Diane coldly, Clara suddenly stood up.

Diane was startled by her and stepped back, “Clara, what… what are you doing?”

“Nothing,” seeing her like a paper tiger, Clara’s disdainful smile deepened. “I’m just going home.”

Then she picked up her bag on the table and walked out of the office.

She was lucky. When she arrived at the elevator, Ashlee had already left. The two avoided a meeting.

She went back home by car. As soon as she entered the house, she smelled the food fragrance from the kitchen and knew that Donald and Martha had come back.

She washed her hands and had dinner with Horace.NôvelDrama.Org content.

At the dinner table, for some reason, in the face of the delicate dishes cooked by Martha, Horace’s appetite was not as good as a few days ago. He casually picked up some food for Clara and said, “I’m free this weekend. I’ll accompany you to the hospital to visit your mother.”

Stunned, Clara blurted out in a hurry, “No, thanks.”