Marriage Beyond Redemption

Chapter 188 Hidden In The Dark, Might Not Be A Form Of Protection

Peyton was horrified by the way Nolan looked at her. She cleared her throat and said, “I saw a janitor in your office yesterday.”

Nolan thought she was going to say something sweet, but instead she mentioned someone completely unrelated.

“Peyton, do you suspect that I had an affair with the janitor?” Nolan’s voice carried a hint of anger.

“Where did you go? I was just wondering, how could someone be cleaning your office, such an important place, while you were working?”

Nolan didn’t care and said, “Salma lives far away and needs to leave work early. Occasionally, she cleans up early while I’m working. What? You don’t mind Helena, but you do mind the cleaning?”

“When did The Dalton Group become a charity organization?”

Nolan sliced his steak and replied casually, “Salma is different from others. She saved my life, so giving her some privileges doesn’t matter.”

“When? How come I didn’t know?” Peyton dropped the knife and fork.

“Do you care about me?” Nolan’s face, which had been tense, showed a hint of a smile. “That was a few years ago. Some reckless people were lying in wait for me in the underground parking lot, someone wanted to run me over, and it was Salma who pushed me away.”

shouldn’t have been unable to

some things that distracted my attention.”

“What happened?”

gazed at Peyton’s cheeks and said, word by word, “That day was your birthday, and I specially

it came to cake, Peyton immediately understood. Back then, Nolan spoiled

cake. This cake not only used extremely expensive ingredients, but also

was worth six figures.

it a cake, it is more like a

the necks of the two swans were

cake.

not make a fuss, she just felt ominous, as if it was foretelling something.

After a few days, she received a swan castle, which the baking company had spent a week making.

were necking on the lake. She was so moved

out that he almost lost his life behind this

matter.

afraid of ruining the cake

was not as natural, “Why didn’t you

just fine

up from the table with both hands and said, “How many times have you dreamt of dying and told me about it, just like