Flash Marriage With Mr. Sheffield: Go Away, Cheap Man!-Chapter 126: Maybe President Sheffield Married You Because He Likes You
Lisa Holloway helped Clara Sterling cover, "Oh, I just moved. I asked Clara to keep it secret from my ex so he won’t know my address."
Anabelle Spencer asked, "You moved? Where to?"
"Just a nearby residential area, closer than before."
Lisa Holloway wasn’t lying.
She returned to her rental after attending Anabelle Spencer’s birthday party on Saturday, and her scummy ex-boyfriend was waiting for her at the door.
The scumbag cried, slapped himself, and kept apologizing, begging her for forgiveness and to get back together.
Lisa Holloway refused to reconcile, and the scumbag stayed at the door, refusing to leave.
Helpless, she had to pretend to agree to reconcile, coaxing the scumbag to leave first.
After he left, Lisa Holloway immediately searched for a new place online that night, and early the next morning, she went to see apartments with a realtor, choosing one and moving in that afternoon.
At work, Lisa Holloway couldn’t calm her emotions, repeatedly asking Clara Sterling about Silas Sheffield on WhatsApp.
Clara Sterling briefly explained the situation on WhatsApp.
Lisa Holloway listened with a face full of envy.
[Wow, so romantic! Is it a case of falling in love after marriage?]
Clara Sterling: [Well, sort of. Actually, I had a crush on him in high school but didn’t have the courage to confess.]
Lisa Holloway: [High school should be about studying hard.]
After a while, Lisa Holloway suddenly realized.
[Wait, are you saying President Sheffield needed a wife due to family pressure and that’s why you had a marriage agreement for mutual benefit?]
Clara Sterling: [Yes.]
Lisa Holloway: [That doesn’t make sense. As far as I know, President Sheffield is the largest shareholder and the actual controller of Sheffield Group. How could he have trouble finding someone? I remember the daughter of a big boss chased after President Sheffield all the way to the company, and he didn’t even see her.]
Clara Sterling paused, hand frozen over the keyboard as she read Lisa Holloway’s message, frowning slightly in thought.
Lisa Holloway continued: [And you said you barely had any contact with President Sheffield before your flash marriage. If he was really in a rush to get married, he would have chosen a heiress from his social class. Why did he propose to you when your mom was sick and needed money?]
[Clara, haven’t you thought that maybe President Sheffield married you because he likes you? That he used the marriage agreement to help you?]
Clara Sterling stared at this message, stunned.
Did Silas marry her because he liked her?
She only pondered it for a few seconds before dismissing the idea.
[No way, I hardly interacted with him before...]
Suddenly, she remembered that Silas was her mentor in the game.
They used to chat online every day, sharing daily life details.
That counts as some form of connection, right...
But if Silas liked her just because of chatting, that seemed too unrealistic.
Would anyone really fall in love just from chatting daily?
...
After work, as Clara Sterling walked out of the elevator, she received a call from Silas Sheffield.
Lisa Holloway, walking beside her, noticed the caller ID showed "Silas" and gave Clara Sterling an amused smile.
Clara Sterling pressed her lips together and answered the phone.
"Hello."
From the phone came Silas Sheffield’s cool, magnetic voice.
"I’m back in Veridian. Let’s have dinner together tonight. Ethan Fuller and Kevin Kensington will join us. I’ll have the driver pick you up."
"Alright."
Ending the call, Lisa Holloway’s eyes sparkled with gossip, "What did your husband say?"
Since they were still near the company entrance, with colleagues occasionally passing by, Lisa Holloway refrained from saying "President Sheffield" or "your company’s president," instead directly saying "your husband."
Clara Sterling smiled, "He said to have dinner with him tonight."
Lisa Holloway teased with a playful tone, "Oh, romantic date, candlelit dinner."
"No, his friends will be there too."
The two chatted and laughed as they reached the underground parking lot.
Suddenly, Clara Sterling thought of something and asked, "By the way, Lisa, did you really move this morning?"
"Yes, that scumbag blocked my door, and I was afraid he’d harass me again. I didn’t dare stay in the old place and moved to Rose Garden Residence. Come over for hotpot sometime."
"Sure."
Speaking of this, Lisa Holloway suddenly realized, "So, you didn’t let me take you home or visit because you live with your husband?"
Clara Sterling nodded, "Right."
"Sorry to pry, but your husband...," Lisa Holloway paused with a mischievous glance and asked playfully, "How is he in bed? Do you two...?"
Clara Sterling was surprised by such a private and direct question, blushing with both shyness and awkwardness.
Without directly answering Lisa Holloway’s question, Clara Sterling nudged her towards her car, "Alright, bye-bye, see you tomorrow!"
"Avoiding the topic, huh?" Lisa Holloway grinned, "So you’re embarrassed? Guess that means he’s pretty good!"
"Alright, enough, goodbye!" Clara Sterling, with a flushed face, turned towards her car.
Driver Linton was already waiting in the car.
Clara Sterling opened the back door and got in, her face still slightly warm.
Linton: "Ma’am, President Sheffield asked me to take you to Veridian Hotel."
Clara Sterling absently murmured in agreement.
Lisa Holloway’s words echoed like a spell in her mind.
How is he in bed?
Well, of course, he’s excellent.
Except for the first time, which was painful due to inexperience, every other time was very enjoyable.
Thinking about her and Silas Sheffield’s moments, Clara Sterling’s face reddened, and her heartbeat quickened.
The road was congested during the rush hour, a journey that usually took over ten minutes now took forty.
The car finally stopped at the entrance of Veridian Hotel.
As Clara Sterling exited the car, she saw Silas Sheffield waiting at the entrance.
"Silas," Clara Sterling greeted first, "Why are you standing at the door?"
"To welcome you," Silas Sheffield replied.
Clara Sterling felt a sweet, subtle sensation spreading in her heart.
Silas Sheffield walked over and took her hand, "Let’s go, Ethan and the others are waiting for us in the private room."
"Okay."
Silas Sheffield had a private VIP room at Veridian Hotel, always using the same one whenever he dined there.
After dinner, Ethan Fuller and Clara Sterling started discussing her case.
"The court session is on Friday," Ethan said, "You can attend if you want to, or not."
Clara Sterling considered for a moment, then said, "I’d rather not go."
She didn’t want to see those people.
"Alright," Ethan nodded.
Kevin Kensington suddenly said, "Did you know the Sutton Family called off the engagement?"
Silas Sheffield frowned slightly, "When?"
