It Was You

"I'm hungry. Have you had dinner yet?" Cassandra put down her iPad and asked.

When Martin was busy, he could hardly eat for a day, not to mention dinner. Even if Carlos sent the food to his hand, he would not touch it.

Except that the breakfast he had with Cassandra this morning, he didn't even drink a drop of water when he arrived at the company in order to finish his business as soon as possible and come back.

Martin shook his head and replied," No."

Hearing this, Cassandra frowned and muttered," it's so late. Why haven't you had dinner? How did Carlos do that? Didn't he prepare dinner for you? Is your personal assistant OK? "

Martin fixed his eyes on her and said," no, I'll deduct his salary."

Cassandra nodded her head and dragged Martin back to the couch. She said, "I'll talk to him some other day, Have a rest and I'll go get some food."

At that moment, Martin had an illusion that they were not newly married, but like old married couples who had spent a long time together.

He didn't withdraw his sight until the girl disappeared at the door. His eyes fell on the tablet computer that the girl put down. It was a list of microblog posts, and there was nothing unusual.

Martin didn't think too much about it. After all, it was an important way for Cassandra to get the news out of the entertainment circle, after all, she had taken her first step into it.

At the thought of this, the light in Martin's eyes dimmed. No matter how well Cassandra had spoken, he knew very well that she just wanted to escape from his control. She had even chosen to enter the entertainment circle because of another man

Clenching his fists, Martin managed to put a restraint on those restless and irritated negative emotions in his heart. At the moment, he was just like walking on a very thin steel wire, and it was determined whether he would fall down from the wire or not and if he would completely fall into the abyss of suffering and turn into a devil in the end, it all depended on one person.

Ten minutes later.

with two

for a long time, so I made some noodles. Make yourself up." Cassandra put the bowl on the table in front of Martin, and the bowl in the other side. Then she sat down next to him, picked up her chopsticks and began to

looked at the girl and after Cassandra ate little, she raised her head and

figure out whether the noodles taste the same as her. She said with puzzlement, "the taste is the same as mine. If you don't eat more noodles, they will be cold,

love to

Cassandra, "..."

Was she hit by Martin again? She was in a

noodles with great elegance. By contrast, she was like

was speechless. It was so unfair! How could someone enjoy the noodles

she admitted that she was tempted by him at that

Martin was talking on the phone. Cassandra didn't want to disturb him and she didn't want to know too much about the business of Martin's company. For her, the less she knew about the Lu family, the

answered, Martin said in a serious tone, "you

Cassandra scratched her head,

Martin nodded," yes."

against the Lu family. Indeed, this was a critical moment for him. Too many things required him to make decisions all by himself, which made him like a top that would never stop for rest. No wonder his body had been taken up little

the thought of this, Cassandra lowered her head and asked," will you come back

while and shook

"well, I'll

"Yes," replied Martin

balcony and

lying down on the bed. It was getting late and her heart was