The CEO's Accidental Wife

he hospital, it was well

g, and she took the bus st

all and straight, one hand rested casually in his trousers pocket whil

ed him, casting a sharp contrast that made

rt gave a ne

hing a glimpse of him. Why was she

l. Hannah murmured a quiet "Mr. Carter," t

or, she watched his silhouette v

arder now. She wondered if

r him to hand it over, and he would pat her head with a warm smile, sayi

up, blurrin

hrough the night unti

t, she decided to curl up at her desk for a q

osed her eyes whe

he screen, she snapped awak

led, it meant either her mother's condition ha

developed a fever. Preliminary checks suggest

olted up from her chair,

sand dollars. Try to clear it all at once this time. The administration is pushing hard, and it's getting difficult for me to stall for you... Also, Hannah, given your mother's special condi

l-nighter, her eyes were already dull, and this n

s, she couldn't even pull to

it truly felt like to be crushed

d five hundred dollars. Between rent and basic living expenses, there

eventually earned a high income, tha

is power to help her. Without him speaking up on her b

llars. It was a s

lative imaginable, and not a single on

d, John Carter's proposal from yester

dollars, sixty thousand

ve began

on on her own eventually, but looking back no

able to afford one. Now, the severe consequences of lacking proper care were brutally clear. I

n to marry was effortless. Yesterday he mentioned he had alread

rkspace and went straight to the executive

r was deserted. Hannah stood by the door, like a hun

grew impossibly he