The Sweet Rival (Mango Shen and Nathaniel Ye) novel Chapter 892

Newell was silent too.

Nathaniel didn't say anything. Time passed slowly, and both of them felt repressed and uncomfortable.

Nathaniel did not hang up either. He was waiting for Newell's final decision.

About ten minutes later, Newell spoke again.

"Mr. Ye, will you let me do it on my own?"

"Okay."

Nathaniel hung up his phone. He was still smoking, but there was a trace of heartache and coldness in his eyes.

On the other hand, Newell's eyes were also filled with heartache as well.

He took the piece of paper being picked up in the hospital with his hand and read it over and over again. His heart ached so much that he could not breathe.

How could it be her?

He believed that Nathaniel didn't drop it accidentally, but he gave it to Newell to save his pride.

Newell pulled over his car by the roadside. He took two puffs of cigarette and then gave a call to his wife, Sisi.

"Where are you?"

When Sisi received Newell's call, she was slightly stunned.

"Do you have a cold? Why does your voice sound a little hoarse?"

"I smoked."

Newell didn't hide it from her.

Only then did Sisi heave a sigh of relief.

"Why don't you take care of yourself? Don't you know about your current condition now? We're planning to have children soon."

"A baby? Are you saying that you're going to give birth to a baby for me?"

A bitter smile appeared at the corner of Newell's mouth.

"Of course, what nonsense are you talking about? We are married, and I am your wife. If I don't give birth to a child for you, whom should I give birth to? Are you stupid?"

Sisi was feeling delighted.

If it was possible, Newell really wanted her to go on like this.

His eyes flashed a little, and finally he swallowed a spit and said, "I remembered that you like beach the most, right?"

"Yeah. What's wrong with you today?"

Sisi was somewhat puzzled.

Newell took a deep breath and said, "Find someone to take over your job. Meet you in the East China Sea. I have something to tell you."

"Huh? Can't you just tell me on phone?"

Sisi didn't feel like going out.

"No way!"

As soon as Newell finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

He looked at the paper in his hand, and a trace of warmth flashed across his eyes.

Sisi Ye!

He only got to know that his wife's surname was Ye today!

She was Koiton's daughter, Sisi Ye!

She was Sisi Ye, Nathaniel's cousin!

Why did it turn out this way?

Why did she hide it from him?

Why?

Newell's hands were tightly clasped on the steering wheel.

He loved her!

He was truly in love with her.

Newell had been brought up in an orphanage before he was selected by Nathaniel and brought into the Ye family. However, for her, he could betray Nathaniel and work for Nanny Zhang. After that, he could also turn over a new leaf for her and work for Nathaniel again.

Only then did he know that everything was Koiton's plan. She knew her identity from a young age and what her mission was. She knew that she had to make use of him so that she could achieve her goals faster.

The various incidents detailed on the document could look like various coincidences that weren't linked. However, Sisi's intention could already be seen very clearly when all of the coincidences superimposed together.

She had always been Koiton's spy who had been planted in the Ye Family.

Newell felt as if he was a fool as she had used him. Now that she was acting like an angel, he didn't know what he felt for her. It seemed like someone had gouged a big hole in his heart, and it was dripping with blood.

Sisi didn't know why Newell was acting weirdly, but she arranged for some people to take over her job. Then she drove to the seaside of the East China Sea.

The sea breeze was a little strong today.

After getting out of the car, she unconsciously drew her clothes close as she felt a little cold.

From a distance, Newell leaned against the car and smoked. There were a lot of cigarette butts at his feet.

Sisi frowned slightly and quickly walked over.

"What are you doing? Do you want to die by smoking this way?"

She instantly dragged the cigarette from Newell's hand and threw it under her feet. Then she stepped on it hard to put it out.

"Newell, are you crazy?"

She grabbed Newell's collar and was taken aback to see his face full of tears.

Since she had met him in the orphanage, she knew that Newell was not a crying baby. She had never seen him crying so much, even when they were going through difficulties...