When Vice CEO walked in, I was still desperately fighting Sherlowill off.
Ah, no—resisting with all my might.
When I saw Vice CEO, I hastily broke free, looking like a victim.
Vice CEO didn't give me any face and immediately mocked us.
"You two really are something, huh?"
I gave Sherlowill a coquettish look.
"Mr. Freckless, you can't do this again. Next time, I'll tell Mrs. Freckless."
Sherlowill responded by giving an "OK" gesture.
Vice CEO looked at us with disdain.
"I just came to deliver the model list. Why do I have to suffer this torture?"
Hmm? A model list?
Such a good thing—time to take a good look!
Mr. Freckless, I'll take a look first, for respect's sake.
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I was so engrossed that I blurted out, "Oh my, those abs are so..."
Cough, cough. Hold it in. Don't say it!
I reminded myself: We're both married now. I need to be polite, composed.
I cleared my throat and elegantly tapped the table.
"Three minutes. I want all the information about this man."
Pretty polite, right?
Vice CEO rolled his eyes and silently left my world with Sherlowill.
Sherlowill's gaze softened, but then it was replaced with a look of silent disapproval.
"I was just kidding. You're so petty."
"I'm not petty."
I was about to bring up examples to prove him wrong.
But then he quietly picked up the fashion show proposal.
"The fashion collaboration company for this show might need to be changed."
I had no choice but to swallow my anger and reluctantly admit he wasn't petty.
Then, to make it right, I leaned in and gave him a kiss, hoping to calm him down.
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On the day of the grand fashion show, Sherlowill gave me a set of jewelry.
He claimed it was the main product of MU for this quarter.
My cheeks flushed slightly. This unromantic Sherlowill could actually be quite romantic.
"Are you trying to say that I'm your best model in your heart?"
"The model for this set of jewelry's flight was delayed, that's all."
I was so furious.
"Here I was, trying so hard, preparing a matching outfit for us, and you—well, it's a boyfriend's set!"
Sherlowill, looking completely serious, corrected me: "It's a couple's outfit."
I waved my hand in frustration.
"Don't mess with me. I'm serious here, okay?"
"But, are you sure you're not just using me for advertising?"
That year, every time Sherlowill attended a public event, he wore clothes designed by WE.
Every piece he wore later became a massive bestseller.
Though I might have a tiny bit of personal interest this time, this outfit is a couple's set!
"Mr. Freckless, is it all just about business between us?"
I gave him a look that screamed, "Do you really want me to look at you with disappointment?"
It seemed that the couple's conflict had finally erupted.
"Business? What business interests? Mrs. Freckless, doesn't your conscience hurt?"
Why did he look so wronged?
"After we got married, the largest sum I ever received from you was twenty."
All the love-struck folks stand up, and pay your respects to the great Sherlowill!
"Wait a second, let's watch a couple of episodes of the simps, and then you'll see what kind of life your predecessors lived. What an insatiable, greedy man."
How could I possibly dare to marry such a greedy man?
The whole family would gossip about me. I'm an only child, and I can't afford to lose face.
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After the fashion show ended, MU's official social media account immediately posted photos of the main product of the quarter.
It was indeed the set of top-tier luxury jewelry I wore, valued in the tens of millions.
The social media caption read: "Not for sale, only one piece in the world, exclusively for Mrs. Freckless of MU to wear and enjoy."
Ahh! What is this overwhelming indulgence?!
I've learned something new—this is how bosses openly express their love.
One second, I was sulking.
The next, I was so touched that I hugged Sherlowill tightly, turning into a tangled knot of emotions.
"Honey, I really love you so much."
"Mrs. Freckless, are you schizophrenic?"
Sherlowill: Always refusing to be moved.
I have no idea what I did wrong in my past life to end up with such an unromantic husband in this life.
"Oh well, what can I do? I'll make do with it. Can I even divorce?"
"As promised, Sherlowill's happiness for the rest of his life depends on me. I can't really just run off, can I?" I thought.
So, in the end, the boss got what he wanted—he fell in love and got married.
With me.
