Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot
/ Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot Chapter 1752
Chapter 1752: 424: The Green Tea among Green Teas_2 Chapter 1752: 424: The Green Tea among Green Teas_2 Barton Turner continued to ask, “What did he say to you?”
Victoria continued, “The replenishing soup was taken away by Jolene Cox.”
Barton Turner sighed.
He knew Hale Bennett was mad at her.
A moment later, she walked up to Victoria, “Give me the soup.”
Victoria was stunned for a moment, then handed over the replenishing soup she was holding to Barton Turner.
Barton Turner took the tray and turned to walk outside.
Before long, Barton Turner arrived at Hale Bennett's courtyard.
The female bodyguard Jolene Cox was standing outside the study door.
Seeing Barton Turner coming over, Jolene Cox respectfully said, “Miss Turner.”
“Is the Director inside?” Barton Turner asked.
“Yes,” nodded Jolene Cox.
Barton Turner then said, “Then I'll go in for a moment.”
At this time, Jolene Cox stretched out her hand to stop Barton Turner, “I'm sorry, Miss Turner, our Director said that he doesn't allow anyone to disturb him right now.”
Barton Turner stopped in her tracks and said with a smile, “Then please go in and tell him I'm here.”
“Miss Turner, I…”
Jolene Cox had not finished speaking when a voice came from inside the room.
“Let Miss Turner in.”
It was Hale Bennett's voice.
Jolene Cox immediately stepped aside and made a 'please' gesture toward Barton Turner.
Barton Turner smiled faintly and stepped into the room.
Jolene Cox closed the door again.
Upon entering, she saw Hale Bennett standing by the koi pond in the courtyard, feeding the fish.
The air was very quiet.
Barton Turner was the first to speak up, “Hale.”
Hale Bennett glanced back slightly, and then began, “Barton, I might have been a bit too emotional this morning, and I don't want that to cause any rift between our feelings.”
Barton Turner smiled faintly, “I didn't take it to heart.”
With Hale Bennett saying so much, she suddenly felt willing to do anything for him.
Nobody is a saint; everyone has their temper.
It was normal to occasionally be unable to control oneself.
Having said this, Barton Turner handed the replenishing soup to Hale Bennett, “I had this specially prepared for you.”
Hale Bennett took the soup, sipped it, and then said, “Barton, if possible, I hope we can always be honest with each other.”
His tone was gentle.
Barton Turner looked at the man she had loved for a decade, took a deep breath after a moment, and then continued, “Hale, I can guarantee with my integrity that every word I've said to you is true.”
Hale Bennett did not say anything but took another sip of the replenishing soup.
After all, only Barton Turner knew the truth.
Seeing that Hale Bennett did not say anything, Barton Turner continued, “Gemma is also my sister, even though we have no blood relation, we grew up together, and as the younger sister, I don't want to see her go against us! But reality is so cruel!”
Hale Bennett remained silent.
Barton Turner glanced at him, then stopped speaking as well.
It's hard to guess what's on a man's mind.
And she didn't want to be a nagging woman always guessing what the other was thinking.
This was Barton Turner's life.
Love was merely the flowers that embellished it.
With this thought, Barton Turner tightened her fingers, trying to control her feelings for Hale Bennett.
For a good while.
Hale Bennett finally put down his bowl, looked at Barton Turner, and spoke softly, “Barton, I hope that there will never be any barriers between us.”
Barton Turner nodded, “Okay.”
Hale Bennett walked over and hugged Barton Turner.
Barton Turner's heart, which had just calmed down, began to stir again.
Up and down.
Hale Bennett squinted his eyes at an angle Barton Turner couldn't see.
His eyes showed a complexity of emotions.
He would definitely get to the bottom of the Gemma situation.
Capital City.
Today was the seventh day after Christina Armstrong's death.
The weather was very similar to the day of her funeral.
Dark clouds loomed.
By the afternoon, snowflakes began to drift down from the sky.
Olivia Armstrong looked at Isla Astir, “Isla, hurry up.”
There was a rumor in their hometown.
It was said that on the seventh day after death, the spirit would return to the place where they lived.
The family members needed to prepare the deceased's favorite food for a ritual in the afternoon.
And they also had to light a Bright Lamp in the house.
Since Christina died, Beatrice Black and Edward Armstrong had moved away out of fear that Christina's spirit would return as a vengeful ghost for revenge.
Today being the seventh day, they naturally did not dare to come back to pay their respects.
As the younger sister-in-law, Olivia Armstrong could not sit by idly, so she personally went to the house previously rented by the Armstrong Clan to perform the ritual.
“Alright,” Isla Astir followed Olivia Armstrong's steps, “Will Auntie come today?”
Olivia Armstrong nodded, “I spoke to her last night, and she said she would come.”
Chapter end
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