Don't Try to Escape, My Wife!

Allen put his mobile phone aside. His eyes were dark and unclear. He seemed to be shrouded in the cold winter. The low air pressure made the whole office cold and terrible.

The secretary shivered when she came in.

“President Brook, Mrs. Brook called and asked you to go back to the old house this evening.”

“Get out of here!”

Allen was in a bad mood.

He wasn't as calm as he was on the phone. He was even a little violent, which made the secretary a little scared. She quickly backed out and quickly closed the door of the office.

Allen knew why Mrs. Brook asked him to go back.

He was going to be thirty. At this age, other men’s children could run, but now he didn't have a girlfriend to marry. No wonder Mrs. Brook was worried.

But except Nicole, he really didn’t want anyone else to be his wife.

He remembered seeing Nicole for the first time. She had long hair and entered the campus lively. She asked him with a smile, “excuse me, how can I get to the teaching building?”

At that moment, his heart was lost.

More than ten years have passed, but he still couldn't let go of this woman. It was a pity that she didn't love him!

Allen punched his desk. He hated the unfairness of his fate and his soft heart. If he didn't let Nicole go back to the Seapolis City, would she and Lucas still be with him at this time?

But if he didn't let Nicole go back, she cried all day for Zoe's illness, and he couldn't bear it.

What should he do?

Let go or fight hard?

Allen's mind was in a state of turmoil.

He seldom smoked. Because of Lucas and Zoe, he almost gave up smoking, but at this moment, he strongly needed nicotine to ease his mood, otherwise, he was afraid that he would go mad.

Smoke was floating in the air. Allen coughed and his tears came out.

At first, he tried to restrain himself, but then he simply no longer covered up his emotions, allowing a line of clear tears to flow down the corner of his eyes.

He had the authority and decision-making power of the whole French Financial Street, but he couldn't win back a woman's heart.

He felt very sad and ridiculous.

Outside came the frightened knock of the secretary.

“Go away!”

Allen threw everything on the desk to the ground. The loud noise made the Secretary shiver again. She wanted to turn around and run. However, she hesitated for a moment and said, “President Brook, the hospital called to say Zoe is not in good condition.”

Allen pushed the chair straight away and opened the door to the office.

“What did you say?”

His tone was anxious and he smelled of tobacco. The tears on his face had not dried up. The secretary had never seen him so embarrassed and subconsciously  stunned.

“What did you say?”

Allen roared like crazy.

The secretary regained consciousness.

to say Zoe

rushed out

“President Brook, your face...”

there were tears

Who was Allen?

elite in

How could he cry?

the ability to make President Brook

She must be dazzled.

in her heart had already swept

and came back like crazy. Before the secretary had time to respond, Allen said to her gravely, “if Miss Bush calls, don't tell her Zoe’s condition is getting worse. Do you hear

she Zoe's

I won't let anything happen to her. If Miss Bush

his decisive attitude in business, as if the

The secretary nodded immediately.

her own future. How could she

saw his secretary nodding, he

on the chair and felt that she was on the verge of

really scary when he lost his

herself on the chest. She was about to start working when

of HJ Group. Who are

her best to restore her

coughed and said, “it’s

as she said her name,

President Brook was right.

as he left, Nicole called. If Allen didn't

can I help

is President

was a little abrupt, but what she said just now was really hurtful. She was afraid that Allen couldn't

senior management. He may not be able to leave for a while. Miss Bush, is there anything I need to report to President brook? You can tell

“Nothing.”

Nicole stopped her.

learn that he was at

seemed that

Good.

work could make

the way,

it was really inconvenient for her to

became nervous

with doctors recently, and she is in a stable condition. President

good. I just called Zoe, but she didn't answer. I’m a little

really worried

said Zoe had better bask in the

are right. Thank you. I'll be back as soon as I can and

finished and hanged

stairs, watching the children outside

Zoe live in the sun as happily

was a little heavy-hearted, but she heard

“President Green!”

ran back to the door

“How is he, doctor?”

so anxious that she

whispered, “President Green’s physical fitness is very good, but this time he lost too much blood. He really needs to rest. In the next few days, if there's nothing special about life, I hope you don't let President Green