Love Contract novel Chapter 43

The company was in a mess. Mary sent a message to Kevin saying that she was recuperating and that the company's board of directors would take care of everything.

She was just a small assistant with the title of 'the CEO's wife'. She was tired and just wanted to be somebody else for a while.

On this Sunday, the airport hall of A City was crowded with people, the planes landing leisurely, one after the other.

Two tall men wearing sunglasses walked out of the hall and headed for the VIP lounge.

"I'll ask the driver to take you back later."

"Okay."

They had just entered the lounge and settled down when they noticed the newsreader's voice blaring from the TV.

"Today's shocking headlines! There was an accident in the construction site of AJ Group. It has also come to light that the wife of their CEO is involved in a love relationship with an artist in their company. Watch this new video.".

"Mary, are you okay?" Victor was asking Mary in the video as he pulled her to her feet. .

"I'm fine," Mary smiled at him. .

"Stop it! Stop it!" Kevin angrily waved his fists at the camera. .

"What a mess!" The host was now back, saying almost gleefully, "But what is more surprising is that the CEO of the AJ Group, William, hasn't shown up. What could be the reason? Also, the AJ Group hasn't responded yet."

The host's voice seemed to be getting fainter and fainter before the lounge fell completely silent.

"It looks like a lot of things have happened in our absence!" Frank said, amused. .

William's jaw tightened and fists clenched, his knuckles paling. He spit out a few fierce words, but only, "Mary!" was audible. .

William stared silently at the TV for a long time. It felt like if he were to continue glaring this way, he'd most definitely leave a hole in it.

"You can leave later. I have to go back first," William said, grabbing his suit jacket and making to leave. .

"William!" Frank stood up, his arm going to stop William, his eyes cold. "Are you hurrying back for Mary or for the company?".

"It's the same thing," William said, glaring at him. .

"You are deceiving yourself," Frank said. But he took back his hand and turned around to face the TV. .

"You'd better stay in your limits," William said hotly. He then turned around, opened the door, and left.

"Fine!" Frank muttered. He was now the only one in the lounge and for lack of anything else to do, continued to watch TV, a sad but sarcastic smile on his face. . 'You still don't want to take me to Norway, do you?'.

At Kylin International Community...

Mary stood by the window, phone in hand, as she watched coldly upon the group of reporters being driven out of the community. This high-end community was good and efficient. She had called the security personnel to get rid of the reporters. One call had been enough.

If she had known earlier, she would have called them a long time ago. She wouldn't have had to remain hungry for two days.

A while later, Mary began to feel the tiredness and hunger creeping up on her. It took her a long time to find a box of instant noodles.

Tomorrow was Monday. No matter what happened, she had to move forward.

As night fell, a red Porsche sped into Kylin International.

Instant noodles in hands, Mary sat on the sofa, watching the news. She seemed to be everywhere.

She had begun to eat when the door clicked open.

Everything fell silent, just the sound of TV buzzing in the room remained. Her mind began to crowd with pictures of burglary, the fear freezing her.

But she knew that if someone were to attack her, she would smash them to death with instant noodles.

Her knuckles had turned white as she clutched the box of noodles in fear. She turned around, only to find a worn out William standing at the door, his hair disheveled and messy. .

Mary's brain felt like a ball spinning and spinning as she stared at him unblinkingly. Was the man at the door really William? Had he really returned?

William stared back at her, his eyes cold. He broke eye contact and when he spotted the noodles, his whole countenance changed, burning with anger.