Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 234: Both Our Wives Are Hard to Handle

"He set up a studio just for you?" Vivian Sullivan took out a tissue and wiped the bench in the greenhouse. "You look much better today than before."

Halfway through her words, Summer Lowell understood the real meaning Vivian left unsaid.

"Maxim Sinclair has been truly kind to me now. I see he genuinely wants to make things work between us," Summer looked up at the greenhouse glass, unable to make out the moon’s outline. "If I were still troubled by amnesia, I might be lost in his tenderness, but my memories remain..."

"Can’t the past really be put behind?" Vivian supported her chin with her hand. "You seem a little confused and hesitant. Is Maxim Sinclair giving you a hard time?"

Silence engulfed the greenhouse.

Vivian looked at Summer, who was staring ahead without blinking. Feeling a bit sorry, she hugged her: "What kind of ordeal is this? When you first submitted your resume to Stellart, I should have stopped you. The real culprit is still this company."

"It’s partly my folly; it’s not the company’s fault. It’s me, young and impulsive, misguidedly trusting the upper echelon," Summer sat up straight, showing a hint of teasing smile. "Enough about me; what about you? How’s it going with Mr. Jennings now?"

"Same old story; he’s a playboy, and I can’t believe he’s serious," Vivian dismissed him with a pout. "Now that you’re stuck here, I can’t break off contact completely, or it’d be hard to even meet you."

"It’s not as severe as you think. It’s not like I’ve lost my personal freedom," Summer reached out to remove the leaves that clung to Vivian’s shoulder. "Tell me, what’s your take on Charles Jenson?"

"Just that, why are we suddenly talking about this?" Vivian seemed reluctant to discuss Charles Jenson.

Summer reached out and grasped her arm, looking directly at Vivian: "You can’t just worry about me. After all these years of friendship, I can tell you have feelings for him, don’t you? So, do you need my help?"

"How do you plan to help me? His flirty nature is innate," Vivian said with a self-deprecating smile. "Had I known his identity early on, I wouldn’t have given him any chance at all."

"So, you do have feelings, don’t you?" Summer’s eyes showed sympathy. "Earlier at dinner, I noticed he was quite thoughtful toward you. The way he looked at you didn’t seem playful, so why not give him a chance and try again? You wouldn’t want regrets later."

"No need. There’s no point in trying," Vivian shook her head. "About last week, I received a call from someone claiming to be Charles Jenson’s ex-girlfriend, even calling herself fiancée. Ha, there are plenty of men around; why should I share with anyone else?"

"Are you sure there’s no misunderstanding?" Summer paused for a couple of minutes and asked Vivian, not feeling assured. "I understand your principles, but it’s also not right to leave things ambiguous with Charles Jenson. Since you still have feelings but can’t resolve them, you’ll only suffer. If you’re sure there’s no misunderstanding, then decide swiftly whether to cut ties or try again."

Vivian seemed persuaded by her, thought for a while, and nodded: "You’re right. I’ll probe Charles Jenson’s thoughts later. If it’s really a misunderstanding, we’ll talk again."

In the study, the two men, supposedly discussing business but without much interest, stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the figures in the distant greenhouse.

Charles Jenson extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray. "Fate works in wondrous ways."

Maxim Sinclair’s eyes showed amusement. He paused for a moment and asked Charles Jenson next to him: "What’s the deal between you and Dr. Sullivan?"

Charles Jenson showed a surprised expression: "I never thought President Sinclair had a curiosity for gossip?"

"It’s mainly because Dr. Sullivan isn’t just anyone—she’s Summer’s good friend. For the sake of my family’s peace, I need to inquire a bit," Maxim Sinclair quickly explained the other layer of meaning in his words. "You’re a flamboyant wanderer; wanting genuine sentiment requires you to first offer genuine sentiment."

"I have, but she doesn’t believe me. What can I do?" Charles Jenson seemed vexed, "I’ve made moves, and I’ve said the words, but Vivian Sullivan is just so tough. She won’t listen, neither soft nor hard methods work!"

"Is there perhaps some misunderstanding you’re unaware of?" Maxim Sinclair offered him tea, "If the method doesn’t fit the situation, it’s a futile effort."

"I’m not good at prying," Charles Jenson said, trying to use Maxim Sinclair’s resources. "How about this, President Sinclair, you help me probe Summer’s thoughts. Summer and Vivian are quite close and are talking downstairs now; surely, they’ll chat about us."

Maxim Sinclair casually glanced at him: "Give me a reason to help; otherwise, it’d be odd for me to inquire Summer about these affairs."

"For cooperation’s sake," Charles Jenson chuckled, "Let’s mutually assist each other. You can find out my spouse’s thoughts, and I can find out your spouse’s intentions. How about it?"

"You haven’t even settled anything yet, and already assuming boldly," Maxim Sinclair joked without objection, seemingly agreeing temporarily.

Charles Jenson was overjoyed: "I never realized it before, but now it seems, President Sinclair, we might both be henpecked soon."

Maxim Sinclair smiled silently.

Nearing ten o’clock, Charles Jenson noticed Maxim Sinclair impatiently watching the greenhouse downstairs repeatedly, stepped downstairs into the greenhouse, and called Vivian Sullivan: "Time’s late, we should head back lest we disturb President Sinclair and Miss Lowell’s rest."

The two people in the greenhouse both realized they had been chatting for quite a while.

Meanwhile, Maxim Sinclair followed over and courteously said: "Dr. Sullivan can always come by; I’ve informed the housekeeper not to restrict your entries."

Summer reluctantly let go of Vivian: "Do you have shifts early tomorrow? If not, stay here; we can share a room like we used to."

Vivian seemed tempted but hadn’t had the chance to agree before Charles Jenson came over and directly took her into his arms: "Sorry, Miss Lowell, we have matters later, and early tomorrow too."

Charles Jenson finished speaking, ignoring Vivian’s struggle, quickly left the greenhouse with her.

Summer sensed something off and wanted to chase after them, but Maxim Sinclair promptly blocked her: "They have things to do. If you miss Dr. Sullivan, you can always invite her back. After all, there’s plenty of opportunity."