"Accidentally Married to the CEO"

one, maintaining his us

ing the ripples in her heart, and

her phone screen, Adolf had already picked up his

first; I'll wait here,"

, and Agatha flashed a knowing s

omething. He reached into his pocket and took out

cards and a thousand in cash inside. G

, but the man in front of her

the right, stopping in front of the clean floor-to-ceiling

some contemplation, she picked it up. It felt exquisite, made of c

ed found a dozen neatly arrang

thing extremely rare on the market—a black a

lipped t

, revealing a yellowed photograph. Suppressing a sense of guilt about inv

d her enchanting features made Agatha feel lik

s unc

in the photo was that she preferred to keep he

words, "I don't believe there's n

rela

uld th

ile she... her foster mother was seriously ill, and she

n them was more tha

ddenly intensified. This was the first time she had snooped through Adolf's be

dow, but the spot where Adolf

was s

to catch her snooping

her seat to walk towards the front desk. She took out a few bills from her pocket an

ile, her fingers swiftly tapping on the computer keyboard. In no

owered her head to check. She had only taken out three hundred yua

ensive. No wonder Adolf left the wallet for her

Agatha reluctantly reopened the wallet

eached a point where she c

ank you, miss. Here's yo

handed the receipt to Agatha, Adolf

cking on the tiles as she pushed the door open and stepped

s and neon signs, but aside from the unfami

iety gripped

ave her alon

ation, Agatha coul

iented, and he would personally handle any work-related matter

e, even big bosses have

he sudden ringing of her phone,

ng. After fumbling for a while, she took out her

el

lly voice of the man on the other end

leg, about to step down the stairs, paused. She was

up, didn't have time to tel