Chapter 51 Ulterior Motives
Maggie kept her gaze on Fiorello, who, being a man himself, naturally understood how men think.
Was Fiorello thinking the same way? Cornered by Maggie's intense scrutiny, Fiorello knew exactly what was going through her mind.
At the traffic light, Fiorello reached out and patted Maggie's head, saying, "Don't jump to conclusions. Not every man is like that."
Realizing her thoughts had been read, Maggie felt a tad embarrassed but since the topic was already on the table, she made her stance clear. "I can't stand being deceived, Fiorello. If you ever want to split up, just tell me straight. I'll let you go. Just don't sneak around and make me look like a fool."
She could accept Fiorello one day falling for someone else, but deception was intolerable.
She hoped for a marriage with just the two of them, without the intrusion of a third party.
Should that day ever come, she hoped for Fiorello's honesty so they could part cleanly and move on to new relationships or marriages.
Fiorello's deep eyes locked onto hers for a moment before he said, "Okay."
That one "okay" left Maggie with an indescribable feeling in her heart.
Aren’t people supposed to promise they’ll never let that day come?
Fiorello was too honest. People do indeed prefer sweet nothings.
Maggie didn't respond, turning her head to look out the window, clearly showing a bit of her emotions.
Fiorello saw her reaction in his peripheral vision and took her hand into his, holding it warmly in the palm of his own.
This intimate gesture made Maggie's heart race and she suddenly turned to look at him.
He faced forward, a smile playing on his lips, silent, yet his grip on her hand tightened.
Maggie realized that Fiorello had quite a knack for stirring feelings.
Maggie's fleeting discomfort dissipated, and her mood improved a bit.
Before long, the car pulled up in front of a restaurant, and Fiorello went to park while Maggie waited at the entrance.
Then, Arya called again, just as Fiorello had analyzed earlier: Isabella and James were unable to separate at the moment.
The mistress was using the child in her belly as leverage, and because the mistress's eldest daughter also had inheritance rights, there were disputes over how to split the assets in case Isabella and James divorced.
Arya babbled on the phone, but Maggie didn't express any opinions. She just listened.
The fact that an illegitimate child had inheritance rights was quite ironic and indirectly encouraged the mistress's arrogance.
While on the phone, Fiorello arrived, and Maggie said to Arya, "Mom, Fiorello and I are out for dinner, we'll talk when I get back."
Hearing her daughter was with her son-in-law, Arya didn’t want to intrude further.
"Alright, you two enjoy your meal, Maggie. You and your husband really need to take good care of each other," Arya said, her words influenced by the troubles of Isabella, and she was a bit worried about Maggie's marriage.
'Maggie has rushed into her marriage and even sleeps in separate bedrooms with her husband—isn't that more likely to go wrong?' Arya thought.
"Okay, Mom, I got it."
Maggie hung up the phone just as Fiorello reached her side. "Let’s go."
The restaurant Fiorello had chosen wasn't exceptionally high-end—he knew Maggie was frugal with money.
As they entered the restaurant's lobby, a middle-aged man in a suit and tie suddenly approached Fiorello.
"Mr. Flores."
The man greeted him eagerly, "Mr. Flores, what a coincidence to see you here."
Upon hearing "Mr. Flores," Maggie Miller glanced at Fiorello Flores. Wasn't he just a low-level employee in the company? Why were others addressing him with such respect as "Mr. Flores"?
Fiorello remained calm and said to Maggie, "You go ahead to the Golden Harvest, I’ll join you in a moment."
"Oh," Maggie acknowledged with a nod, following the waiter to the Golden Harvest private dining room.
Golden Harvest was on the second floor, and as Maggie climbed the stairs, she glanced over at Fiorello.
She couldn't hear what Fiorello was saying to the middle-aged man, but she could see that the man was treating Fiorello with utmost respect.
The middle-aged man himself looked to be a successful person—Maggie had even noticed that the watch on his wrist was worth forty hundred dollars or so. She wondered, why would someone like that be so courteous to Fiorello?
After sitting for a while in Golden Harvest, Fiorello finally returned.
"That was a client from the company. I helped them with a program a while back."
Maggie Miller asked, "Why did that person just call you Mr. Flores?"
Fiorello Flores chuckled and replied, "In the workplace, regardless of one's actual position, when you step out, others will politely address you with a title like 'Mr.' or 'Ms.' It's just a formality."
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