My Second Husband novel Chapter 823

A heavy snowfall blanketed the entirety of Rosaville City.

When Eudora got up in the morning, there was a snowman in the yard. Sugar Bun ran around the snowman, laughing happily.

Although Eudora had told him not to call other people 'Dad', Sugar Bun always forgot about it. In the morning, he chased after Sawyer and called him 'Dad' yet again.

Eudora frowned and asked Cindy to bring Sugar Bun in.

On the way to the company, Sawyer looked at Eudora, who was furrowing her brow, in silence through the rearview mirror.

He said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, but I just think the Little master misses his father. Truth be told, he is so small that he'll be nice to whoever is nice to him. Haven't you thought of getting into a new relationship?"

Eudora was stunned. Then, she exploded like a bomb.

Then, she exploded like a bomb, "What are you talking about? Who are you to make plans for me? Whether I get into a new relationship or not, what does that have to do with you?"

Eudora had never acted so rudely towards any other people. In the past, she had been the one who would remind Amos not to be so fierce towards other people!

Seeing that he had struck a nerve, he pursed his lips.

He might as well shut up!

He just did not want her to wait any longer. After all, all her efforts would be futile.

He could not face her again. It was impossible for her to be with the Amos from before anymore.

However, if he said too much all of a sudden, she might not be able to accept it!

After arriving at the company, Eudora went straight to the office.

It was a busy morning. In the middle of the meeting, Eudora couldn't help but think of what Sawyer had said in the morning and her reaction towards his words.

For some reason, she felt that she had gone a little too far.

Therefore, she called Clint and ordered, "Prepare a desk for the driver!"

Clint nodded and went to carry her orders out.

When Eudora went downstairs at noon, Sawyer was still waiting at the entrance. It wasn't snowing today, but Eudora could see that the bottom of his shoes were already frozen to the ground.

His shoes would not have become like this if he had not been standing there for a few hours.

This time, Eudora only glanced at him and remained silent.

The next day, Eudora brought Sawyer into the office. She asked him to sit at the desk and then went upstairs by herself.

In the middle of the day, Eudora had to meet with a client. At first, Clint was supposed to accompany her. However, Eudora had something else that she needed Clint to deal with.

As a result, she said that she would go on her own.

She recalled that Sawyer was still in the office, so she went over to find him. Unexpectedly, when she arrived at the entrance of the office, she heard the workers inside having a discussion.

"I wonder what's going through Miss George's mind. Why did she recruit such a strange person?"

"That's right! He wraps himself up all day. I'm really worried that he can't actually breathe properly."

"Why do you care about that? He'd be terrifying if he didn't wrap himself up so tightly. I told you that day about the time I saw the scars on his face and arms. They're horrifying and really scary!"

"Could he be the real life hunchback of Notre Dame?"

After that, everyone covered their mouths with their hands and laughed.

Eudora's gaze landed on the man clad in black in the middle of the room. He had been sitting there the entire time without moving, but he was not deaf. He could naturally hear everything those people had said.

This was why he didn't want to sit in the office, right?

She suddenly felt a rush of anger in her chest. Eudora did not understand it herself. At that moment, it was as if she could see traces of Amos on Sawyer.

Of course, the Amos in her memory could never be so weak. He had always been like a god, and other people could only look up to him.

However, strictly speaking, the weak side of him was not completely absent. She had seen him in his weak and fragile state with her own eyes even though it had only been a few times.