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.

two bowls of steaming

on the table in front of Martin, and the bowl in the other side. Then she sat down next to him, picked

and after Cassandra ate little, she raised her head and said, "why don't you

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, Cold noodles are not

to

Cassandra, "..."

Martin again? She was

took up the chopsticks and started to eat the noodles with great elegance. By contrast, she was like a starving woman who just ate the noodles. She

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

that she was tempted by him at

cleaned up the table. When she walked out of the kitchen, she found that Martin was talking on the phone. Cassandra didn't want to disturb him and

in a serious tone, "you can go to have a rest first, I still have something to deal

head,

Martin nodded," yes."

the covert struggles 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

Cassandra lowered her head and asked," will you come

while and shook his

sniffed, "well, I'll

"Yes," replied Martin

taking the tablet PC to her bedroom, Cassandra went to the balcony and watched the black May Bach disappearing gradually in the

the balcony for a while before lying down on the bed. It was getting late