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.”

agility, you shouldn’t have

day indeed had some things that

“What happened?”

and said, word by word, “That day was your birthday, and I specially had a cake custom–made.”

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

custom–made cake. This cake not only used extremely expensive

cake was worth six

is more like a

Nolan brought the cake to her, originally the necks of the two swans were intertwined, but the head of one of

cake.

that time, she did not make a fuss, she just felt ominous, as

her. After a few days, she received a swan

and beautiful crystal swans were necking on

out that he almost lost his

matter.

that time, he must have been afraid of ruining the cake and

moved in his heart and his voice was not as

was just fine living

table with both hands and said, “How many times have you dreamt of dying and told me