Oliver's Substitute Bride (Oliver and Jessica) novel Chapter 115

Catherine tugged at the corner of the man's shirt, suggesting him not to continue.

"Catherine?" Simon glanced at her and said.

Catherine, who was arrogant just now, bowed her head and said softly, "Hello, Mr. Williams."

The pot-bellied man glanced at Catherine and got confused.

Ever since Catherine was with him, she was arrogant in the company. No matter where they went, the others would show enough respect for her.

Why did she wince when she saw these two people?

Catherine introduced them to the man with a big belly, "Mr. Sharp, this is the boss of the Williams Group, Oliver."

As soon as he heard about the Williams Group, he immediately bent down and reached out to shake hands with Oliver.

Oliver didn't even look at him. Mr. Sharp put down his hand and smiled awkwardly. "I've heard a lot about Mr. Williams. Indeed, you are really unusual. It was a misunderstanding just now."

Catherine said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Williams. I didn't know you were the one who bought the furniture. When I saw Miss White here just now, I came up to greet her."

Jessica rolled her eyes at Catherine. She thought Catherine was really a weathercock. It was clear that she disliked her for not being able to afford it and wanted to humiliate her with money. After seeing Oliver, she changed another set of words. It seemed like she couldn't buy anything today, but it was worth watching a show.

Oliver said coolly, "I'm not here to shop. My wife wants to buy something."

"So it's Mrs. Williams who wants to buy furniture. This precious furniture of yellow pear wood is very suitable for Mrs. Williams."

Catherine thought to herself, 'Jessica had already left the Williams Group. Why was she still with Oliver?'

Jessica couldn't stand it any longer and said deliberately to Oliver, "Mr. Williams, Mrs. Williams thinks this painting case is too expensive. She doesn't want to buy it."

Catherine sneered in her heart.

'Jessica is so bold that she dared to make a decision for Mrs. Williams. She didn't know what is good for herself. Since Mr. Williams comes out, he must get what he wants.'

She waited to see how Jessica would be scolded by Oliver.

In the past, Oliver often scolded Jessica. She had met that situation several times.

Simon also smacked his tongue. Mrs. Williams actually told the boss that the furniture here was expensive. She probably didn't know that the properties rented by this antique furniture store belonged to the Williams Group.

"Is there anything else besides this painting case?" Oliver asked Jessica.

"It's too expensive. I just paint something casually."

"Madam, sir is so good to you, so don't let him down." The shopkeeper said with a smile.

Jessica thought so too. If she didn't buy something today, she would have to be stabbed in the back by the shopkeeper. They wandered around for a long time and drank his excellent tea.

Of course, there was almost a fight.

"Okay, I'll take it."

The shopkeeper arranged for someone in the shop to write down the address and deliver the goods later.

At this moment, Catherine, who was waiting to see a joke, was petrified.

'Wait, what? Madam, Sir? What is going on?'

Having bought the painting case, Oliver pointed at the shelf and the pen holder of the yellow pear wood next to him, and said, "These are all sent over together."

The shopkeeper raised a big smile, "Okay."

Jessica grabbed his arm and said, "Oliver, don't take those."

Before she could finish her sentence, Simon had already paid.

'Oh my god.' Catherine was completely shocked.

'Jessica called Mr. Williams by his first name. She couldn't really be the legendary Mrs. Williams, could she?'

She was really stupid back then. She has overestimated that she would kick her out of the Williams Group.

While Oliver and Jessica were talking to the shopkeeper, she pulled Mr. Sharp to leave the antique furniture store.

After getting into the car, Jessica asked Oliver with interest, "Did that lady once work at the Williams Group?"

"Yes."

Oliver had told her before that when she was newly married, she had nothing to do at home, so she worked in the secretary's office of the Williams Group.

"It can't be because of you that I have a bad relationship with her. She's so charming. Maybe I'll be unhappy in my heart. Am I jealous that she's always around you and let you drive her away?" Jessica said with a smile.

Oliver smiled and nodded.

Jessica reached out and pinched his handsome cheek. "I was joking with you. You actually take it seriously. I used to be such a tacky woman?"

Oliver said, "No."

‘At that time, you would try not to meet him, let alone be jealous of other women. Instead, you thought that the more women around me, the better, so that you could escape from me early.’

Oliver lowered his head, trying to hide his sadness.

Jessica asked, "Look at that lady talking to me like she hates me to the bone. I must have offended her a lot."

"She left the Williams Group because she did something wrong. She put your work achievements on her own. It's a terrible thing for such an employee to stay in the secretary's office."

"It seems that it's really because of me, but she deserved to be fired."

On the way back, Jessica had been snuggling up to Oliver, thinking about everything in the past.

...

Martin had been living in Sally's apartment recently.

On the weekend, Sally got up early and woke Martin up. "I mean, pretty boy, you've been living with me for a week. Should you get out of my apartment?"

"You're in such a hurry to chase me away."

"Yes, I don't want to see you again." Sally tidied up the scattered clothes on the ground. "I'm going to see my friends today. I hope you'll be gone before I come back."

"That's not what you said to me in bed. I don't want to hear something about getting out. I just like to hear words about letting me do harder."

"Asshole."

"You used to call me pretty boy. You know the pretty boy is used to warm the bed. If I leave, it's too cold for you to live here alone on this cold day."

"You're not the only pretty boy I have." Sally didn't suffer losses at all.

Martin stretched out his strong arm and pulled Sally back to the bed. He pressed her heavily. "Wasn't that enough last night? You always say that you have others."

The man's voice was hoarse with heavy breathing.

"We have no future. It's good for us to end the relationship early."

"What if I don't?"

As Martin spoke, he pulled her clothes.

"None of you men are good."

"It's too early to say that. We can talk about it after you try."

In an instant, the man had already moved.

The sunlight had already seeped through the thin curtains, pouring on the ground.

In the room, there was a beautiful scene.