Flash Marriage With Mr. Sheffield: Go Away, Cheap Man!-Chapter 122: The President’s Wife Is Actually Clara!
"This might be a bit presumptuous," Adrian Spencer paused and said, "but I’m curious, Miss Sterling, what’s your mother’s name?"
Clara Sterling had heard from Anabelle that her parents divorced when she was a child, and her mother took her sister away, leaving no trace over the years.
Anabelle said that the first time she saw her, she felt a special closeness and mentioned that her eyes were exactly like their mother’s when she was young.
With Anabelle’s previous words, Clara could understand why Adrian was asking this question.
She didn’t feel offended and replied, "My mother’s name is Yvonne Sterling, ’Yvonne’ as in the plant character."
Yvonne...
Adrian silently repeated the name in his mind.
It wasn’t his Nate...
His wife also had the surname Sterling, but her name was Roxanne Sterling.
After all these years, Adrian still remembered the sadness and disappointment that flashed in Nate’s clear, beautiful eyes when she told him the origin of her name.
She said her parents favored boys over girls, and named her Roxanne because they regretted she wasn’t a boy.
Roxanne, homonym for "as if a boy."
How wonderful it would have been if she were a boy.
They were in the throes of passion at the time, and when Roxanne spoke of these things, her eyes were dull, her smile bitter.
His heart ached, and he pulled her into his arms, kissed her forehead, and promised to build her a home.
Later, he did give her a home.
But he also became the one who hurt her the most.
She left him a divorce agreement and vanished without a sound, not even giving him a chance to explain.
Everyone thought he was divorced, but no one knew he had never signed that divorce agreement.
For twenty years, his feelings hadn’t changed; he rejected every woman who tried to get close to him without exception.
For the past twenty years, he had never given up on searching for his wife and daughter.
Unfortunately, twenty years ago when Roxanne left with Cherry, the internet wasn’t developed, information was sparse, and train tickets were bought on the spot without an online system.
He only found out Roxanne went to Aldoria, but after that, there was no trace.
In those days, finding someone was like trying to fish a needle out of the sea.
His thoughts returned to the present.
Adrian looked emotionally at the girl in front of him who bore a strong resemblance to Nate, asking, "And your father..."
Clara replied, "My father passed away in a car accident when I was very young."
"I’m sorry." Adrian’s eyes flickered with apology.
"It’s okay."
Talking about her father, Clara didn’t feel much.
After all, he died too early; she never felt fatherly love, so naturally, there wasn’t much feeling when bringing him up.
Adrian was a bit disoriented.
Clara’s eyes were exactly like Nate’s over twenty years ago.
He wondered where his Nate was now, and if she and their Cherry were doing well.
Whether Cherry growing up might resemble the girl in front of him.
He felt like a failed father.
Absent for twenty years of his little girl’s life.
Adrian gazed steadily at Clara with complex emotions in his eyes.
If heaven could give him another chance to find his wife and daughter, he would become a good husband and father, providing them with a home full of warmth and love, being their lifelong safe haven...
Adrian walked away.
Clara watched his lonely back quietly, feelings surging in her heart.
Uncle Spencer must have loved his ex-wife very much, the regret and loneliness in his eyes just now were moving.
Anabelle had told her that all these years her father had never remarried, not even having a female companion.
Clara sighed lightly, sincerely wishing he could fulfill his wishes soon, find his ex-wife and daughter, and reunite the family.
After Adrian left, Clara turned her gaze to Lisa Holloway.
Things seemed to be going well over there.
Lisa was holding a glass of red wine, chatting with Jason Giles, unable to suppress her joy.
Jason had a gentle smile and turned slightly to talk with Lisa, occasionally nodding in response, looking every part the gentleman.
They looked quite good together, except Jason was too young; otherwise, she’d be rooting for them.
A few minutes later, Lisa came back.
"Girls, I did it! I got Jason Giles’ WhatsApp!" Lisa Holloway grasped Clara’s arm, her face beaming with joy.
Seeing her like this, Clara was happy for her.
It seemed the joy of idol-chasing had successfully pulled her out of heartbreak.
Quite nice, making this birthday party worthwhile after all.
...
That evening, Silas Sheffield called, saying there was too much going on at headquarters and he couldn’t make it back for the auction tomorrow to accompany her.
But he had arranged everything.
His assistant would come to pick her up to attend the auction together tomorrow.
Silas also said that aside from the paintings and calligraphy for Grandma, she could bid on anything else she fancied.
The next afternoon, Silas’s assistant came by car to pick up Clara.
It was a female assistant from the Veridian Branch; Clara had seen her a few times in the company.
The assistant was initially stunned to see Clara.
Wasn’t this the assistant to President Hawthorne from the Network Information Department?
She turned out to be the president’s wife?!
This revelation came so unexpectedly.
She never dreamed the president’s wife would be Clara.
Didn’t see it at all!
In that moment of shock, she thought of many things.
But she quickly regained her composure and smiled politely, saying, "Hello, madam. My name is Lindsay Carver, I’m President Sheffield’s assistant, and he sent me to pick you up for the auction."
Lindsay had a great figure, tall and slim, wearing a light coffee-colored suit, with neat black short hair just touching her ears, and an ID badge hanging around her neck.
Clara nodded slightly in response, "Hello."
Lindsay: "Shall we depart now, madam?"
"Sure."
Clara picked up her bag and followed Chloe out, politely saying, "Thank you."
"You’re welcome, madam."
Lindsay opened the back door of the car, and Clara bent down to get in.
In the car, Lindsay was very polite, explaining the auction process and rules in a gentle voice as she drove.
Clara listened attentively, nodding in response from time to time.
Actually, Silas had already told her about these processes and rules.
But seeing the assistant so conscientious and responsible, she cooperatively listened.
After Lindsay finished speaking, the car fell silent.
At a red light, Lindsay glanced at Clara in the backseat through the rearview mirror.
Yesterday afternoon, she received a call from Zachary Lynch, who said President Sheffield asked her to pick up the president’s wife for the auction today. She was stunned, doubting her ears.
The president’s wife?
President Sheffield got married?
