Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 236

It wasn't just my imagination; she was definitely trying to get under my skin with her words.

When a wound left a scar, bringing it up felt like reliving the pain all over again.

Marlowe, being a media professional, should understand this, yet she still mentioned my failed marriage and the child I lost.

I didn't believe she was being kind. "You don't need to admire us. I actually admire you for surviving those tough days in the orphanage."

Anyone could be hurtful if they wanted to be!

As for investigating that man, I said, "What makes you think you can find the child's father? The child is gone. Do you think it's necessary to find him? And if you do, what for? Why don't you tell me?"

"Sorry, I didn't realize you were still so sensitive about it. I thought you had moved on. I didn't expect such a strong reaction."

Marlowe added, "After all, he did take your innocence. I just thought I could help you by publishing it in the magazine. Even if he doesn't take responsibility, at least you'll know who he is, right?"

"Ms. Grey, you've crossed the line. If I really wanted to find him, I wouldn't have waited until now. Besides, don't you think the live broadcast was widespread enough?"

If he wanted to find me, he would have done so already after seeing the broadcast.

Marlowe looked embarrassed, then tried to change the subject with an innocent expression. "My bad, don't take it to heart. I was just concerned. By the way, I heard Missy is out on medical parole and has been bothering Lawrence's defense attorney. That could be a good story."

Bringing up Lawrence again! So annoying!

I replied coldly, "That's your business, not mine!"

I didn't expect Marlowe to think she was seeking my opinion.

And instead of focusing on Missy's misdeeds and Beatrice's kindness putting herself in a difficult position, the article ended up being mostly about me, especially mentioning the man from that night and the father of my unborn child.

When Paula saw the magazine, she was furious and wanted to confront Marlowe directly."She's clearly doing this on purpose. I could go smash her magazine office right now. How did this content even get approved? Marlowe, as the editor-in-chief, should step down."

But the news was already out, and smashing the office would only add fuel to the fire.

I stopped Paula. "If we do that, it will only make the magazine trend more. Let me think about what to do first."

Saying I wasn't angry would be a lie. She deliberately led me to say those things.

I wasn't sure whether to ignore it or not. Unexpectedly, someone I didn't expect solved my dilemma.

Quinlan quietly joined Vivid Views Magazine, Marlowe's rival, and covered my story with news about a husband beating his pregnant wife.

My colleagues, who had been gossiping about me, gradually forgot the news, and I felt a bit better.

I was very grateful to Quinlan. Although she said it was a coincidence, I believed it wasn't.

There weren't that many coincidences in the world; it was a deliberate act by someone with a kind heart.

Now that Quinlan was at Vivid Views Magazine, I was genuinely happy for her. Without the burdens of her original family and with good people in charge at Vivid Views, Quinlan was thriving and had a bright future ahead.

Paula also thought Quinlan had helped a lot and suggested I thank her.

I said, "Of course, I'll thank her. But if you know any good guys, maybe you could introduce them to her."

I remembered Quinlan mentioning Christopher a few times, and I was worried she might get too involved. So, I wanted Paula to keep an eye out and introduce someone great to divert her feelings.

Paula agreed. "Absolutely, for you and Quinlan! But Quinlan, though she seems gentle, is quite strong-willed and has her own opinions. She's young and might not like my introductions. She might already have someone she likes."

Hearing this, my heart sank. So Paula noticed too?

If Quinlan liked Christopher, it was even more likely she had deep feelings for him.

I needed to find a chance to talk to Quinlan about it.

For now, let's not dwell on it.

After we got off the plane, I expected Marlowe to join us, given her personality.

But strangely, we didn't see her even after we got our luggage and left the terminal.

I looked back a few times and almost bumped into someone, but Christopher pulled me into his chest, making my nose red from the impact.

When I looked up at him, my eyes involuntarily reddened.

Seeing me like this, Christopher raised his hand as if to pat my head, making me feel even more aggrieved.

He said, "You weren't careful while walking, and now you're upset?"

I turned away, annoyed. "I'm not upset!"

I had a feeling he was laughing at me.

Anyway, we'd part ways soon, and I wouldn't have to see him.

As his secretary, I booked a standard room for myself and a presidential suite for Christopher.

When he saw me heading downstairs after taking him to his room, he looked at my room number. "5th floor? Why not the same floor?"

I explained.

Christopher said, "You stay alone in a hotel? I can't let that happen. Since you're on a business trip with me, I need to ensure your safety. Move to the 8th floor, next to my room!"

I wanted to argue, but Christopher, being the boss, insisted. He said the company would cover the cost, and if not, he'd pay for it himself.

Well, Christopher had money, so I couldn't argue. I just followed his orders.

I could enjoy a good accommodation, after all!

I didn't like the airplane food, so I barely ate. After getting off the plane and settling things, I was starving.

To ensure Christopher's comfort, I had already asked Paula about a nearby restaurant with great food, always packed. Paula had even made a reservation for us.

There were still two hours until dinner. But I was hungry, so I decided to go downstairs and get a snack.

As I bought a sandwich, I saw an elderly man with white hair, a weathered face, and dirty clothes looking at my food with a longing yet restrained expression.

He must have been in some trouble, but despite his difficulties, he still tried to maintain his dignity.