Contract Marriage With Mysterious President novel Chapter 242

Richard was excited about Amy not working overtime but to have dinner with him.

"Richard, what are you laughing at?" Cathy was puzzled by Richard grinning from ear to ear like a fool as he sat alone on the sofa.

"Huh? Am I laughing?" When Richard heard his mother's words, he was surprised. Was he that obvious?

"Yes, you've been laughing for an hour. It's already ten o 'clock. Don't you want to sleep and laugh all night?" Cathy was no longer surprised at her son's special behavior over the past five years.

"It's ten o 'clock? I'll go wash up and go to bed." Richard found that it was really late. His parents had already finished watching TV and were ready for bed.

"Halbert, do you think there's something wrong with the kid? Should we do something for him?" Cathy said to her husband.

"What can we do? Now that Amy doesn't remember anything. Just stop worrying about it and let him deal with it." Halbert's mind was still on his grandchild. The thought of him made his heart warm and soft.

"But I miss Allen. Is there anything you can do to get Allen to come to our house? Or we could go see Allen." Halbert was not so interested in his son's matters anymore. He only had his grandson on his mind.

"Well, I was thinking about that, too. Why don't we just visit Amy at the weekend? She won't turn us away, right? I have to make something delicious for my grandson." Cathy hailed her idea. It was not appropriate to bring Allen to the house as there were many people here. Going to see him was the best idea.

Dressed in a black suit, Amy walked into Newell Group when a man came up to her holding a bunch of flowers.

"Morning, Miss Newell, we haven't seen for a long time," Matt said with a nice smile on his face.

"Are you Mr. Wilson?" Amy already knew Matt. The last time when William pestered her, it was Matt who helped her out.

"Oh, I am so glad that Miss Newell remembers me. Here's for you." Matt held the bouquet to Amy.

The huge bouquet of pink roses was dotted with gardenias, but Amy didn't accept it.

"Mr. Wilson, if you have anything to say, please come to my office. I won't accept the flowers," Amy said to Matt.

"All right, but it's strange that a man is holding flowers, right?" said Matt as he showed the flowers.

"Mandy, take the flowers." Amy said to the girl at the reception desk.

That young lady hurriedly took the flowers ad sniffed it.

Matt looked embarrassed, thinking that this might what all the flowers he sent ended up every day.

"Come on, Mr. Wilson," Amy said to him and Matt followed her into the elevator.

"Miss Newell, regarding the cooperation between Newell Group and Wilson Group, I wonder why it hasn't started after so long?" Sitting opposite Amy, Matt found that there was a pot of gardenia on Amy's desk. It was in full bloom, and the fragrance filled the whole office.

No wonder she was not so interested in his flowers, but it didn't matter. He would be taking his time. Now Amy was the CEO of Newell Group, he could ride on her coattails.

Matt was dreaming, as if he had already seen himself being the president of Wilson Group.

"I don't think that plan is mature. Oh, right. Since you are here, could you take it back and do some modifications?" Amy found out the cooperation plan with Wilson Group and put it on the desk.

Matt took the plan, which was made by himself. He was trying to be cleaver in many proposals, but Amy found it out.

"All right, I'll modify it. I wonder if Miss Newell is free tonight? I would like to invite you to have a dinner and talk about the modification of the plan, is that OK?" Matt put the plan aside, looking at Amy.

Amy was much more mature than she was five years ago. There was no longer innocence and childishness in her eyes now, but shrewdness and calculation.

"Sorry, I don't have time. If Mr. Wilson wants to discuss anything about the plan, you can talk to my assistant in the conference room." Amy looked at Matt, who was greasy, and made Amy very uncomfortable.

"Oh, all right. I crossed the line. I'll invite Miss Newell when I get a chance. I'll go back first." Matt did not pester Amy. He was very measured now. She was a very reserved girl when he won her heart before. He had the confidence that he could do so as well because he knew Amy's weakness.

As Matt left, Hannah went in.

"Amy, it's me, Hannah." Hannah was afraid Amy would forget about her, so she introduced herself first.

"Hannah, I remember you. Come and see what's going on here." Amy beckoned her over.

Hannah walked up to Amy with something in her hand.

"Did you see my eyebrows? Why one is high and the other is low? I always feel them very strange." Amy had been annoyed by her eyebrow shapes for a long time.

"Ah, let me see." Hannah put aside what she was holding and looked at Amy's eyebrows carefully.

"No, they are of the same height." Hannah didn't think anything was out of place.

"But look in the mirror. They're different." Amy pointed at herself in the mirror, and her brows were different.

"No, Amy. When you look at yourself in the mirror, one of your eyes is raised, so your eyebrow is also raised. But when you look at me, your eyes are on a level. It's all right." Hannah found out what the problem was.

"Oh, yes, I looked at myself in the mirror this morning, and I felt them strange. I was going to go to Mr. Smith's to shave them." Amy was relieved to know why her eyebrows were different.

She was worried about how she was going to meet people with the strange eyebrows, but she ended up meeting someone she didn't like early in the morning.

"Amy, this is cubilose I made for you. Try it. I heard your heart aches sometimes. Eat more nutritious food." Hannah, who was married, learned a lot cooking skills from her mother.

She learned from Andy that Amy's heart would ache sometimes, which should be the sequela of her amnesia. She felt very distressed because Amy's parents were gone, and she felt that she was Amy's family member.

What Mr. And Mrs. Newell would think if they knew Hannah's thoughts?