Chapter 1142 A Married Woman


    The information showed that J was a married woman.


    "What a pity! She got married at such a young age." Clyde fixed his gaze on J''s photo on the


    computer screen.


    J looked so young. He assumed she was still a college student or something, but he didn''t think


    she was married.


    Brandon Larson from the Larson Group was her husband.


    Brandon''s influence should not be underestimated. Clyde gave Brandon''s information a serious


    look. He sipped the wine from the ss on the table. His grin broadened.


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    Nowadays, most upper-ss married couples appeared united on the outside but were divided from


    within. There was a lot of talk about wealthy noble women having young lovers and wealthy


    sessful men having affairs with their secretaries. Clyde gulped down all the wine in his ss. He


    grinned while looking at the photo of J again.


    J''s marrying Brandon was a wise decision since she came from the White family, but the two


    might not have strong feelings for each other.


    He still had a chance to have a rtionship with J.


    In the garage of Brandon''s vi, the Bentley was parked leisurely.


    It had to be acknowledged that Brandon provided excellent service, ying the role of J''s


    assistant. He bent down and lifted J as soon as her feet touched the ground. He entered the


    living room after a few steps.


    "Put me down. Hannah is at home." J felt shy. She covered her flushed face after two futile


    attempts.


    After cing her on the sofa, Brandon nced at the sizzling dishes on the table. "It seems like


    Hannah isn''t at home."


    "How is this even possible? The dishes on the table are ready. As soon as I smell them, I can tell


    they''ve been prepared by her." J rushed into the kitchen with a bright smile after tidying up her


    messy hair to look for her. "Hannah is not outgoing since she dislikes talking to strangers."


    Brandon smiled and remained silent. He handed a letter on the table to her and said, "There''s a


    letter here. She seems to have left it for you."


    J peeked her head out, holding the door frame. She had looked in the kitchen and the living


    room and hadn''t found Hannah. She looked at the letter, pursed her lips, and moved closer. It was


    indeed Hannah''s handwriting------- "J, I''ve decided to


    return to the vige. The pumpkins at home are almost ripe. I have to go back and collect them. I


    had a great time at your house. You don''t need to always worry about me. You have to take care of


    yourself. Please help me finish my new clothes. Then send them over so I can wear them. When


    people grow old, they prefer to return to their homnd. It''s great that you want me to move here


    and stay with you, but I''m still not used to living in a big city. I''m going back. Take care and don''t


    overwork yourself. You''re wee to visit me whenever you have the time."


    J frowned as she read thest sentence, tears streaming down her cheeks.


    Hannah wished she could be confident and happy all of the time. In her eyes, she regarded J


    as a child who would never grow up.


    Brandon had never been a talkative person, and he was at a loss for words offort at the


    moment.


    J''s bright eyes were welling up with tears, making her look pitiful.


    She pursed her lips, neatly folded the letter, and put it away. "She''s only been here for a short while,


    but she can''t wait to leave. I still haven''t caught up with her."


    "J." Brandon massaged her head, smiling bitterly. He had never seen such a miserable


    expression on her face.


    The atmosphere in the room was quite gloomy. He held J''s shoulder and drew her a chair to sit


    on. He took out a few tissues and handed them to her. "Don''t worry. I''ve already sent someone to


    repair Hannah''s house in the vige, and I''ve struck an agreement with her neighbors. Once a


    month, I will send them some money and they will look after her for us. They will always receive


    payment as long as Hannah is healthy and alive."


    J inhaled and stared at him, holding a tissue in her hand. "You''ve done a lot of things behind my


    back. I''m not even aware of it."


    Brandon said with a smile, "I''m your husband. Of course, I have to do it for you."


    He ced the te and fork in front of her and said, "Wipe your tears. Let''s have dinner first.


    Hannah cooked all the dishes. We can''t let her efforts go to waste."