At the evening dinner, Quentin sent me a message asking me to deliver his laptop to Olivia’s apartment.
I ignored it.
Then, my phone rang urgently.
“Natalie, why didn’t you reply to my message?”
I was momentarily stunned. Ever since Olivia lost her memory, Quentin had rarely called me. He always sent messages, never
wasting words, even for our wedding–he had only sent a single text message, and I had to handle everything else.
“Why aren’t you speaking? Are you still mad at me? Natalie, I told you–it’s just one year. Why are you being so unreasonable—”
“Quentin.” I cut him off. “We broke up. Are you developing early–onset Alzheimer’s? Did you already forget what happened on
our wedding day?”
He paused for a moment, then said with a hint of helplessness, “Natalie, enough. If you make me angry, who are you going to
marry in a year?”
In the background, I heard Olivia’s voice.
“Quentin, bring me my bathrobe. I forgot it.”
He responded to her before I could say anything. The next second, the call was abruptly disconnected.
I was still in a daze when a strong arm wrapped around my waist. Ryan introduced me to someone beside him.
“Mr. Doug, this is my most important partner, Miss Natalie Kennedy.”
Then, he gave me a smug glance and added, “And now, she’s also my wife–the First Lady of Pickett Corporation.”
I smiled and followed him into the world of power and influence.
I never expected Quentin to return to the house so soon.
His voice was cold and demanding. “Natalie, you’re not in Cloud City? Where did you go?”
Hearing the voice on the phone, Ryan raised an eyebrow, put down his documents, and walked over to wrap his arms around me.
