He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 52: You’re My Wife, What’s There to Behave About?
"Oh, my. If you keep talking like that, you’ll make me blush," came Wanda Lynch’s affectively delicate voice. "Whether or not I can become the Young Madam all depends on you, Secretary Bell, putting in a good word for me."
"Miss Lynch, you give me too much credit. You know better than anyone how Mr. Grant feels about you. I heard you were his first love, is that right?"
Wanda Lynch covered her mouth as she laughed. "How would I know? He’s never told me that."
"Oh, Miss Lynch, don’t be so modest."
The two were deep in their enthusiastic conversation.
Natalie Morgan’s face was grim as she walked up to the pair. "Secretary Bell, Mona sent me to get the design drafts for last year’s corporate image. Could you please find them for me?"
Seeing Natalie Morgan, Noelle Bell looked slightly awkward for a moment, but she quickly composed herself.
"Alright, just a second."
She turned and went to the records room.
Wanda Lynch crossed her arms, smirking at Natalie Morgan. "Sorry about that. It must be upsetting to hear, but what can I do? Theodore really does treat me differently from everyone else. I was his first love, after all."
"Wanda Lynch, you don’t need to try and get a reaction out of me. I have no feelings left for Theodore Grant. I wouldn’t care if you two did something sordid right in front of me, let alone be bothered by a few self-aggrandizing words."
Wanda Lynch hadn’t expected Natalie Morgan to say something like that.
’Wasn’t she the one who was crying and begging to marry him back then?’
"You don’t love him anymore?"
"I don’t."
The words had barely left her lips when Wanda Lynch saw the man standing behind Natalie Morgan, his expression grim. "Theodore, when did you get here?"
’Theodore Grant?’
Natalie Morgan’s heart clenched.
’I wonder if he overheard my conversation with Wanda Lynch.’
"Natalie Morgan, get in my office," he said grimly.
Natalie Morgan didn’t move.
As Theodore Grant walked through the door, he glanced at her again and commanded, "Get in here."
Wanda Lynch knew Theodore Grant was not a good-tempered man.
She was determined to lock down Theodore Grant—partly because she genuinely liked him, and partly for the position of Young Madam of the Grant family.
For a girl who grew up in an ordinary family, heaven knew how desperately she wanted to marry into high society and be a cut above the rest.
If a man who doted on her and spoiled her like that were to marry her, she would be able to have anything her heart desired.
’So what if his leg was lame?’
With Theodore Grant’s love, she could secure her place at the very center of Riverden’s high-society wives, even if she had to use crutches herself.
"Natalie Morgan, I really don’t get it. Theodore treats you so badly, why don’t you divorce him?"
Natalie Morgan glanced at Wanda Lynch with contempt. "Divorce him? And make things easy for you? If you’re so capable, go ahead and make him marry you."
"You..."
Natalie Morgan pushed open the door to the CEO’s office and walked in.
The man stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, his back to the light. His figure was tall and straight, and his tailored suit only enhanced his commanding presence, an aura that permitted no challenge.
He possessed a physical perfection that was second to none.
Compared to when she first met him six years ago, he was calmer, more reserved, and also more unhinged.
"Mr. Grant, was there something you needed?" she asked, her gaze lowered.
Theodore Grant recalled what she had just said, and rage burned within him.
His gaze was intense and suffocating as he looked at her. "Repeat what you just said to Wanda Lynch."
"Since you already heard it, Mr. Grant, why do you need to hear it again?"
She had no desire to repeat those meaningless words.
She even turned her face away in disgust.
That look on her face, as if even glancing at him would be contaminating, deeply stung the man’s complicated heart.
Suppressing his anger, he walked up to her and grabbed her chin. "You’d better not provoke me. Understand?"
"I wouldn’t dare," she said, forced to look up at him, her eyes cold as ice.
Their eyes met.
On some strange impulse, he lowered his head to kiss her lips.
Startled, she shoved him away forcefully.
"Mr. Grant, please have some self-respect."
"Natalie Morgan, you’re my wife," he snapped, infuriated by her constant rejection. "What self-respect? What are you talking about?"
"Didn’t you text me this morning, Mr. Grant, reminding me not to let anyone at the company know about our relationship?" She took two steps back, putting distance between them. "In the company, our relationship is strictly that of an employer and an employee."
He stared at her with a cold, sharp gaze.
He ultimately suppressed his violent fury.
Taking a deep breath, he raised his hand and smashed the ashtray on his desk.
"Get out. Get out. Get out."
Natalie Morgan turned and fled.
The moment she was out the door, she nearly crashed into Secretary Bell.
"Miss Morgan? Did you make Mr. Grant angry again? This is the office. Please watch your conduct."
Noelle Bell thrust the drafts at Natalie Morgan. "There. Now hurry up and get back to work."
Natalie Morgan didn’t bother arguing with her.
Clutching the drafts, she returned to the design department.
The design department was on the twenty-second floor of the company, just one floor away from the CEO’s office.
Natalie Morgan had taken too long, earning her supervisor’s displeasure. "What took you so long? It’s been an hour."
"I’m sorry, Mona. I’ll be faster next time."
"The last thing the design department needs is a designer who dawdles. I don’t know which company you worked for before, but here, we value efficiency. Understand?"
"Understood."
Fortunately, the supervisor didn’t say anything more.
Natalie Morgan made it through the rest of the workday without any more trouble.
She was the last one to clock out, and just as she was about to leave, someone from HR called out to her. "Natalie Morgan, you’re still here! Well, good things come to those who work hard. A studio apartment just became available. I was thinking, maybe I’ll just give the spot to whoever is the last to leave today."
The person from HR was beaming.
They handed Natalie Morgan a key. "Morgan, here’s the key. Room 402. It’s a studio. Go check it out."
"Thank you so much." For the woman who had been living in darkness, it was as if a ray of sunlight had suddenly broken through. "Really, I’m just so..."
"Don’t get too excited. It’s just your lucky day," the HR person said. "The studio apartments are in the building right next to our company, so it’s super close. You’ll save a lot of commute time every morning. You can even sleep in."
"Yeah."
A key, on the verge of rusting, seemed to gleam with a brilliant light in Natalie Morgan’s palm.
’She was so incredibly lucky.’
After leaving the company, she went straight to the apartment building.
The whole floor was studio apartments. It was quiet, likely because most people were still out and hadn’t come back yet.
She opened the door.
It was reasonably clean inside.
The HR person had told her that the colleague who lived here was getting married, which was why the apartment was vacant.
There was a double bed, not too big and not too small, likely from when the young couple lived there.
All she needed to do was change the bedding and do a little cleaning, and she could move in.
’If she could, she would rather live in her own home, but she knew that was impossible.’
But at the very least, as long as she didn’t have to go back to the Grant Residence, her heart wouldn’t feel so heavy.
’The only question was whether Theodore Grant would agree to let her live here.’
After much deliberation, she called Theodore Grant.
"Hello?" The man’s voice was crisp and cold.
Natalie Morgan paused for a moment. "Mr. Grant, I applied for a studio apartment. It’s closer to the company, so I plan on staying here for a while."
A low chuckle came from the other end of the line.
"Hiding from me?"
