The Pampering CEO: Don't Mess With My Secretly-Married Sweet Wife novel Chapter 123

"What?" Susan was stunned.

'Charlotte and Luke are at Lanyard right now?'

"Speaking of which, you had a relationship with Luke Jenkins before right? You must've seen Charlotte before," the colleague pressed on nosily.

Susan gave a bitter smile, "Yeah, I did."

However, what she did not tell her colleague was that she only met Charlotte after she ended her relationship with Luke.

"She is really a beauty. Not only that, but I've made a rough guess on her attire, and the result is shocking. The purse in her hand alone is worth more than a hundred thousand dollars. I couldn’t recognize the brand of her shirt, but I reckon it’s certainly not cheap.

I wonder when can I have a wealthy life like her?" the colleague lamented.

"Actually, my shirt is pretty expensive too," Susan said sulkily.

Her attire came from a brand that was not widely known by the public. It was personally tailored from a shop which Julian ordered. No matter if it was the design or the quality, it was streets ahead of some major brands on the market.

The colleague took a look at Susan and said, "You don't say, Susie. Where did you get your shirt from? It looks so good on you. It must be the authentic grade replica, right?"

Susan was speechless. This was the first time she was exposed to the difference of social classes. Even though her colleague was unable to tell the brand of the shirts that both she and Charlotte were wearing, her colleague said that Charlotte's shirt was a high-priced piece while hers was an authentic grade replica.

Crestfallen, Susan could not help but feel a little disappointed. Was the difference between her and Julian really that huge?

"I didn't know where to get it. My husband ordered it for me," Susan answered sulkily.

"Your husband is so good to you," the colleague praised.

"Unfortunately, no matter how good he is, he's still nothing compared to Luke Jenkins, right?" A voice chimed in from the side. "I heard you're the one who made the advance on Luke that year. In my opinion, I think it’s important that we should know our own place. If we're aware that we cannot climb a mountain, then it's better to give up early or else we're bound to fall and bring shame to ourselves."

Susan looked at her and then said calmly, "If that’s how you want to put it, then it's up to you. Like everybody else, Luke and I are just in a normal relationship."

"Hah," the person scoffed sarcastically, "Please, don't pretend to be innocent. It disgusts me."

After that, she walked away with a sashaying motion.

Susan fell into deep thought.

Although the owner of the post had made a clarification that Susan was not a homewrecker, the things between Luke and her had raised a colossal uproar across town.

Initially, nobody would deliberately make any association between the two of them anymore. After all, she and Luke were from two different worlds.

However, as Luke made his appearance at Lanyard, whispers began to spread anew amongst the colleagues. What's more, if she had friends in the company, it went without saying that several people would shun her. Therefore, she had already prepared herself for all those vicious words, and jeering smiles.

'Ahh! I shouldn't have come to the office if I knew Luke and Charlotte would be here today! Hold on a second! Could it be that this is the reason Julian helped me take a leave today?'

Susan pouted as the thought flitted across her brain.

‘Why does he have to do things like this? Can’t he be more straightforward?'

"Susie, don’t mind her. She’s just jealous of you. After all, Luke would never give her any chances no matter how hard she tried to court him,” the colleague

whispered.

"I’m fine,” Susan shook her head.

"By the way, how do you feel when you know your exboyfriend is at Lanyard?" The colleague pressed on, a gleam of curiosity burning in her eyes.

"Anxious!" Susan replied honestly. Then, she rose to her feet and continued, "Since I haven't reported back from my leave yet, I guess I should leave now."

With that, she dashed towards the entrance. She had n o intention of staying here and becoming the center of attention.