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Stop It, She’s Remarrying! By Stellar Strands Chapter 159
Before he could even finish, she spoke.
“You want me to show how loving we are as a couple to the
audience?”
“Yes.”
Conrad put a hand on Fia’s shoulder.
“We won’t divorce, so we can’t let this continue.”
“Is the reason really because we’re not divorcing, or is it because you’re worried this might affect the
corporation?” Fia opened her eyes and turned around, looking at Conrad.
As the night lamp shone, she could see his amber eyes very clearly.
If she didn’t know who he really loved, she would suspect that he really did love her. Otherwise, he
wouldn’t look at her like he would at the stars above.
Conrad stared at Fia for two seconds and said, “Both, I guess.”
Fla laughed mockingly. “You’re willing to sacrifice yourself to sugarcoat things.”
Conrad then said, “I don’t feel like I’m sacrificing anything. I only wish that we can go back to how
things were like before.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFia raised her eyebrow. “Before?”
Conrad continued, “Before Esme came back.”
“You’re dreaming!” Fia countered without pause.
“Alright, go to bed.” Conrad tapped her shoulders and closed his eyes
first.
He had a bad temper. If he let her continue, they were going to have a fight again.
Fia looked at Conrad with resentment and hit his hand away. Then, she turned her back to him.
The next day, after breakfast, Fia went to the company with Conrad.
It was her first time going to his company.
He led her down the car. Before he could even get into the building, a horde of reporters surrounded
them.
“Mr. Maxwell, can you explain the relationship between you and Ms. Manning?”
“Mrs. Maxwell, do you know what happened yesterday? Ms. Manning is your cousin. What is your
opinion on the relationship between your husband and cousin?”
“Mr. and Mrs. Maxwell, there are rumors saying that you have already signed the divorce papers. Is
that real?”
Dozens of questions were thrown at them, and all of them were about their relationship.
Fia was getting a headache from all of it.
Conrad held her hand and gave her a look, telling her to say something.
She remembered the script that he gave her before leaving.
“I’m sorry, everyone. But my husband and I have a very good relationship. Yes, very good.” She smiled
brightly and held Conrad’s
arm.
“See? After I married him, I didn’t need to work and I had servants to
wash our clothes and make our meals. All I need to do every day is listen to music or read books.
Maybe some gardening too. Then at night, we can spend some time together doing some naughty
things. What a happy life that is.”
Conrad was wearing his normal expression when Fia gave the first part of her speech. However, when
she reached the second part, he frowned slightly.
“Thank you for your concern. As you can see, our relationship is still as strong as usual. We won’t
divorce as I didn’t cheat on her.”
A reporter asked, “Then, how was the picture of you and Ms. Manning taken yesterday in the Manning
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmresidence?”
Conrad glanced at Fia next to him.
There was something that he didn’t want to say, but he had to.
He raised his head and looked the reporter straight in the eyes. “It was an accident. Ms. Manning is my
wife’s cousin. She went through, some things lately and her mental stability has deteriorated.”
It was normal for someone whose mental stability had deteriorated to get the wrong person or act out
of character.
Conrad stopped and simply let the reporters come to their own
conclusions about Esme.
Silas then came over to get rid of the reporters.
Conrad held Fia’s hand and walked into the company.
The receptionist smiled brightly. “Good morning, Mr. and Mrs.
Maxwell.‘
Conrad nodded and pulled Fia into their private elevator.
Once the door of the elevator closed, he asked, “Why did you say that
in front of the reporters?”
“Which one? About the naughty time we have at night?” Fia giggled. “I
didn’t lie, did I?”