Chapter 92 I Want to Choose One for My Husband
Every time Emily mentioned this matter, she truly wanted to tell her that she had fought for this job opportunity for her! It wasn’t just Sebastian’s magnanimity! It was because she had been “tormented” by Sebastian that she managed to secure this job opportunity. It was too embarrassing to talk about, so she could only swallow her pride.
Sebastian was truly cunning! He deliberately set a trap, asking her what she could offer in exchange, and then took advantage of her, leaving an excellent impression on Emily’s side. How did he manage to take advantage of every cheap deal!
A cunning man!
After hanging up the phone, Isabella felt frustrated for a while but decided to go to Sebastian’s office obediently. A little tail should have its own awareness.
When she walked into the CEO’s office, Sebastian happened to be in a meeting. There were several high-level executives sitting in the sofa area for guests.
Isabella tried to move lightly and sat next to them, taking out a small notebook to start taking notes.
Although the conversation between the executives didn’t have a very formal meeting format, they discussed highly confidential company matters and significant business decisions.
At first, the executives were cautious because Mrs. Lawrence was present, hiding certain information. But they soon realized that Mr. Lawrence had asked his wife to listen and take notes. They thought Mrs. Lawrence’s status was quite extraordinary.
Isabella would write down these decisions, and then analyze why Sebastian made them, listing the pros and cons for the Lawrence Group.
Sebastian would inspect them later!
He might not be a good husband, but he would definitely be a good teacher.
“Alright, that’s it,” Sebastian nodded lightly and pressed his nose bridge. “Implement the plan according to this.”
“Alright, Mr. Lawrence.”
As the executives left one by one, Isabella bit the pen cap and asked, “Why doesn’t Souther Mansion need additional advertising expenses? This project is a rare landmark building and could be a flagship property for the Lawrence Group...”
Souther Mansion is already a well-deserved prestigious residence. Excessive advertising would be counterproductive. Being low-key is the best form of public relations. It’s better to spend the advertising budget on something else.”
“Oh...” Isabella began to understand.
Sebastian reached out and took the pen from her hand. “You’re an adult, yet still biting pen caps.”
“Just a habit,” Isabella smiled awkwardly, closing her notebook. “You can continue with your work. I won’t disturb you.”
She had to go back and organize her analysis.
Just as she stood up, Sebastian asked, “Haven’t you changed your pants yet?”
“I’ll wait until I finish work at noon, then I’ll go to the mall across the street to buy it,” she replied. “If I go now, it’s hard to tell what work I would be missing out on."
"Perhaps..." He raised an eyebrow. "You can wear mine."
"No no no... I'll go buy it. I'll go now."
Previously, her clothes were torn by him, and she had to reluctantly wear his shirt as a temporary fix! She was not into men's clothing!
Sebastian asked, "Do you need me to accompany you?"
"No no no, I'm just going to buy a pair of pants. It'll be quick, ten minutes tops."
Little did she know, Mr. Lawrence was not pleased. "You don't want me to go?"
"No no no..." Isabella felt like all she knew how to say was "no." "I'm worried about wasting your time. You didn't come to the office yesterday, and there are a lot of things piled up waiting for you to handle."
Sebastian pursed his lips. "It seems like I've never gone shopping with you before."
"Shopping is a hobby and nature of women. Men, especially successful men like my husband, should definitely spend their time on more valuable things. I'm heading out now."
Isabella seemed afraid that Sebastian would suddenly feel like accompanying her for a shopping trip, so she walked quickly. In her haste, she even bumped into the sofa, causing her to grimace in pain. However, she didn't dare linger and continued walking while enduring the pain.
Sebastian's voice came from behind, "I'm not some ferocious beast."
She pretended not to hear.
In the spacious office, only Sebastian remained.
In the past, Sebastian would never easily let Isabella go like this... He would tease her, enjoy seeing her blush and shy away.
But now, something seemed to be quietly changing, becoming different from before, and Sebastian noticed it too.
The most important thing for him in marrying Isabella was that she could bear him a child.
When she was sick, the family doctor mentioned that the medication might have some effects on conception... At that time, all Sebastian thought about was curing her.
So what if they delayed having a child? It was fine to wait a bit longer.
He forcibly suppressed that thought at the time, not daring to think further.
That's why he stayed up all night with her. He believed it was to make up for her, to dispel the guilt in her heart.
Sebastian lit a cigarette and smoked slowly. Thin wisps of pale smoke surrounded him, making his silhouette faintly visible.
Isabella returned to her own office and rolled up her pants to take a look. She had a bruise on her knee, which was a bit painful.
But she couldn't bother with that anymore. Every time she was alone with Sebastian in the office, she would be filled with fear, afraid that he would have some dirty and indecent thoughts again!
Sebastian seemed to have no shame!
There were even some white stains from spilled milk on her pants, which looked unsightly. And inexplicably, Isabella associated milk with certain...
Unmentionable things...
They all came to mind.
Oh, what if someone sees and misunderstands!
Then it would be impossible to explain!
Isabella thought, perhaps she should go to the mall across the street and buy a pair now.
Lawrence Group is located in the bustling financial district, surrounded by numerous shopping malls, so buying pants is not a difficult task.
Isabella quickly picked one out, packed her changed pants, and prepared to head back to the company.
As she stood in the elevator, she casually glanced at a branded pen store, where the seasonal advertisement was displayed in the window. The exquisite pens were sparkling under various lights.
Immediately, she recalled Sebastian holding a signing pen and bowing his head to review documents.
Isabella walked in.
The salesgirl greeted her warmly, saying, "Hello, do you need to buy a pen? Is it for an elder or a boss..."
“I want to pick one for my husband.”
"Sure, please come this way. Your husband is truly lucky to have a wife like you."
Isabella grew up as a pampered young lady, so she exuded a certain elegance. Coupled with the fact that ever since she moved to Willowbrook Estate, everything she ate, used, and wore was prepared by Sebastian at a considerable cost.
The salespeople at these luxury brands all had sharp eyes and at a glance could tell whether someone had money or not.
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