Chapter 89 When Did I Become Her Husband?

In the president's office, Greta had taken off her high-heeled shoes and stood in front of the French window with bare feet, looking at the CBD in the distance, with mix feelings in her beautiful eyes. She wrapped her arms around her chest. No one could have imagined that the famous CEO of the Ocean City would feel so lost. Behind Greta, Harriet leaned on the desk and sighed, "You are softer inside your heart than you look outside." "You like him, but you always pretend to hate him. See, he has been hooked with by another woman." Harriet sighed as she looked at one photo after another. "Is it my fault that he flirted with other women?" Greta grunted coldly and discontentedly. "You've been married to him for months. How many times has he slept with you? Even if he were your nominal husband, you can't neglect him like this," signed Harriet. "At least, Greta, he's been kind to you. He's not You-Know-Who who has saved you from multiple crises, but he's been responsible." "Why the dif