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Seeing his composed attitude, Aileen's walking posture stiffened. She couldn't help but imagine the serious expression on his face as he pushed the shopping cart to pick vegetables, and it felt somewhat eerie.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly, and nobody recognized Geoffrey. Aileen's anxieties were finally put to rest.

However, during the whole journey, she felt utterly confused. Soy sauce had two types, light and dark; even beef had many different varieties. Many ingredients were unfamiliar to her.

Perhaps she had overestimated herself. Adding her past life, she had lived for 31 years, including 8 years of slumber, during which she had hardly experienced much in life.

What surprised her was that Geoffrey seemed to be well-versed in all these matters. The aunties at the supermarket praised him endlessly and couldn't take their eyes off him.

"This young man is handsome and family-oriented. Where is he from? I wonder if he has a girlfriend. My daughter would be a perfect match..."

A group of enthusiastic aunties surrounded tall Geoffrey, incessantly chattering away. He pushed the cart full of groceries, looking torn between advancing and retreating.

Aileen covered her mouth, trying to suppress her laughter.

His dark eyes swept across the room and caught sight of her amusement. He raised his chin in her direction and said, "You can ask for my wife's opinion."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged woman turned around and saw Aileen. She stammered, "Oh my, I must be getting old. I didn't realize she's your wife. She's really beautiful."

From her vantage point, Aileen clearly saw a playful glint in Geoffrey's eyes, and she inexplicably felt embarrassed. He was using her as a shield.

Geoffrey approached, pushing the cart. Whether it was an illusion or not, Aileen noticed that his blue eyes softened a lot, revealing an emotion she had never seen before - a burning passion.

The two of them now...really looked like a young couple.

Back at home, Aileen arranged the groceries in the kitchen. However, someone snatched the tomato sauce from her hand and said, "You can stay in the living room."

Feeling empty-handed, she said with dissatisfaction, "I can help."

Her beautiful eyes begged for a chance.

Geoffrey glanced at her, hesitated for a moment, then turned away and began to work. "Can you wash vegetables?"

"Yes, I can."

With his approval, Aileen rolled up her sleeves, revealing her fair and slender arms. Lost in the joy of labor, a low voice came from above her head.

"What happened to this?"

"What do you mean?"

Looking up, she noticed he staring at her right hand. Aileen hurriedly pulled it back, but her wrist was firmly held in his large palm.

The touch was icy cold, much like her current feelings, and she didn't know how to respond for a moment.

"It's not a big deal... It's already healed." She stammered, but the grip on her wrist tightened.

He seemed to have touched upon a sensitive topic, radiating a strong sense of hostility. "You gave up playing the piano because of this?"

Aileen's heart pounded; she had given up playing the piano when she was only 18. How did he know that she used to play?

Moreover, why was he reacting so strongly? It was her who got hurt, not him.

That dinner felt like a signal flare, making Aileen increasingly convinced that her marriage to Geoffrey was no coincidence. Opening the photo album, she had absolutely no memory of this person appearing in her life.

What secrets was he hiding?

The brief study period came to an end, and she was busy with her graduation project. Soon, she put this matter behind her. Counting the medicines in the drawer, Aileen felt a headache, unsure how long she had to be a medicine jar.

Since the last bleeding incident, Geoffrey insisted that she take medication every day, and her condition had stabilized significantly.

"Ding—"

Aileen opened a text message on her phone.

"Congratulations, your resume has been selected, and you meet all the requirements for the position of fashion design intern in our company. Please come to the Empire State Building for our initial interview before October 6th."

She was thrilled and sent a message to Geoffrey.

Westin Hotel

A man in a black suit was half-kneeling by the toilet, constantly retching. Although he felt extremely uncomfortable, he suppressed his voice.

His phone in his pocket vibrated, and he opened it.

"Geoffrey, I have good news. My resume got through. This time, will you agree with me going?"

Ten minutes later.

The man walked out of the restroom expressionless, dressed impeccably as if he hadn't been disheveled just now.

In a luxurious private room, as someone entered, a man with a big flat-top hairstyle pushed away the woman beside him and smiled, "Oh, our Mr. Geoffrey is back."

The woman also teased, "As soon as Mr. Geoffrey returns, Mr. Nathan pushes everyone else away. He's so biased."

The man called Mr. Nathan chuckled, the folds on his face creased, and his sharp gaze fixed on Geoffrey, "Enough with the nonsense; let's talk business."

Geoffrey ignored the woman's alluring eyes and said confidently, "Based on our previous communications, I believe you understand the benefits of our batch of drugs. The situation in Southeast Asia is severe, and you have the resources in this area. I'm sure this is the most cost-effective deal."

Nathan downed a large glass of white wine and lazily tapped the woman's thigh with his fingers, "Mr. Geoffrey was introduced to me by my brother, Pete. Naturally, I trust him."

He put his hand on Geoffrey's shoulder and whispered in his ear with a frivolous tone, "But could you also introduce me to a fair-skinned and tender female star?"

The strong smell of alcohol hit Geoffrey's nose, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, but he remained composed. "You're kidding, Mr. Nathan. With your charisma, you surely have no shortage of admirers."