Looked like he had caught wind of the rumors too.
Dorothy waited a bit, but no message came from him.
She didn't have many belongings in this rental place. She just had personal clothes and financial industry books. After packing everything up, she called the landlord to discuss the remaining rent refund.
After all the back and forth, he only agreed to refund her a hundred bucks, with the condition that she move out today. She had no choice; after all, she was the one who broke the contract.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter lugging two suitcases into the taxi, Dorothy finally had a moment to check her phone and found a message from Everett.
“I'l be home by 6p.m.” Everett was coming back today? Boy, she was really worn out.
When she got to Bay Residence, she didn't dare touch any of Everett's stuff. She just put her suitcases in an inconspicuous corner. After settling in, she took her laptop to the dining table to work.
Just as she logged into the Prosperity Consortium's internal software, Karen sent over a screenshot.
“It's official! Mr. Lopez is definitely married!” After seeing the words "Mr. Lopez is married," Dorothy jumped in surprise, thinking Karen knew something. But when she opened the picture, she found it was a screenshot from Heather's Twitter.
It read, “Everett and | value our private lives, so we hope people will stop sneaking pictures. If | were having a wedding, wouldn't I let you all know?” At the end, she added a smiley face.
She was very clever.
She neither confirmed nor denied the rumors.
With Karen's knack for gossip, it really sounded like they could have got the marriage license in secret. They just didn’t hold a ceremony.
But her marriage license with Everett hadn't turned into a divorce license yet.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Why are you not responding after reading? If Mr. Lopez is getting married, could he become happy enough to give us all raises?!” Just as Dorothy was about to reply, the male lead of the event walked in.
She looked up at the entrance and saw this newly "announced" groom, unsure of what to say.
It was not like she could directly ask him for the gossip.
"Had dinner?" Everett took off his suit jacket and walked over with his briefcase.
Dorothy shook her head. "No, but I'm not hungry. Whatever you want to eat, Mr. Lopez, | can make for you." Although her cooking wouldn't match up to a five-star hotel's, she had learned quite a bit from various part-time jobs over the years.
She had to show off her skills to Everett at this crucial time, so he wouldn't think she was only good in bed. It was a good chance to earn some brownie points.
Apparently not expecting her to say that, Everett paused before nodding. "Whatever." "How about pork chop and pasta?" Dorothy quickly shut off her laptop and headed to the kitchen. "There are no pork chop in the fridge, so I'll go buy some." Just as she was about to rush out, Everett caught her wrist with a stride.
"I'l change my clothes, then we'll go together.”