Chapter 444 What About The Job


    After a week, Ethan and J returned from Europe.


    Seacisco had grown quite warm by then.


    As soon as the two of them stepped foot outside the airport, countless reporters swarmed around


    them.


    "Mr. Larson, when did you and your wife fall for each other?"


    "Why was your wedding so out-of-the-blue? Are you two expecting a child?"


    "May I know what Mrs. Larson does? Our source said that she''s an employee of yourpany.


    Was it an office romance?"


    The reporters bombarded them with a barrage of questions.


    Covering half of J''s face with the scarf, Ethan held her in his arms protectively. His cold gaze


    swept across the sea of reporters and he didn''t say a word.


    Perhaps it was because Ethan''s face was bone-chillingly cold that the reporters didn''t dare to ask


    any scandalous questions.


    When they made it home from the airport, J couldn''t hold her curiosity at bay any longer.


    "Ethan, I noticed that although our marriage is a trending topic, all the media''s reports on me are


    simple and objective. They were never judgmental with me. Did you put any pressure on the


    media?"


    Ethan put his suitcase down and began to sort out the luggage. "It''s their job to report the truth. I


    just reminded them that."


    With a sweet smile on her face, J suddenly walked over and threw her arms around Ethan''s


    neck. "Honey, I want to go back to work."


    While she had already resigned from the Larson Group, she hadn''t found a new job yet.


    And she had no ns of bing a full-time housewife.


    Ethan''s heart instantly softened when J called him honey.


    He slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. "What do you mean? You want your job


    back? Or do you want me to support your search for another job?"


    Swirling her finger on his chest a few times, J said in a pouty tone, "I don''t want to go back; I


    don''t want to work for you either."


    In a word, she didn''t want to rely on him.


    Ethan understood what she meant. He pondered for a while. "In the design industry in Seacisco, the


    biggest and the best twopanies are the Larson Group and the Lester Silk Fabric. You can''t join


    Lester Silk Fabric of course."


    He held J even tighter and said possessively, "You''re not leaving Seacisco either. I refuse to be


    in a long-distance rtionship."


    Leaning against Ethan''s chest, J smiled and said, "Then give me advice."


    A thought urred to Ethan and he suggested that J open her own studio. With his help, she


    didn''t need to worry about reputation or clients.


    But she didn''t think she was experienced enough to be an independent designer, nor did she want


    to rely on Ethan to develop her career.


    So she decided to talk to Tiffany about it.


    *******


    Tiffany was surprised when J came to her for help.


    After all, J was already the Mrs. Larson. Tiffany doubted there was anything in this world


    Brandon couldn''t give to her.


    "Wait until I get off work. I still work for your husband, remember? I can''t just sneak out and have


    dinner with you," Tiffany whined jokingly on the phone.


    She was a professional and drew a firm line between work and personal affairs, a line she refused


    to cross.


    "Okay. I''ve booked a table in the French restaurant downstairs. Focus on your work first. I''ll see you


    later," J said with a smile.


    After tidying up at home, J headed to the restaurant and waited patiently for Tiffany.


    When she and Ethan had visited Paris, she fell in love with French cuisine.


    Just as she was scanning the menu and thinking about what to order, a voice interrupted her


    thoughts.


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    "Try the foie gras. This restaurant is known for it. I myself find it the most delicious dish in the whole


    world."


    The woman''s voice was lively and crisp, sounding very youthful.


    When J looked up, her eyes met that of a beautiful girl in a white dress. She had long, dark hair


    that hung over her shoulders. Her outfit and essories were all from designer brands, and she


    was carrying two Hermes shopping bags. The Cartier ne resting on her vicle twinkled


    brightly.


    After hesitating for a few seconds, J smiled politely. "I''m sorry, Miss. I don''t think we''ve met."


    "Who I am is none of your business. Are you J, Brandon''s wife, from the news?"