Married at First Sight

Chapter 251

In the evening, when the work day was about to end, Josh knocked on the door to the CEO’s office and entered, carrying a stack of documents in his arms.

Zachary raised his head and eyed him for a second before he returned to his work. After Josh sat down, Zachary remarked, “What use is your secretary?”

“She’s pregnant! I’m being considerate of her. I don’t want her to run back and forth. and tire herself out. Her husband might come looking for me then. So I did it myself.”

Josh placed the stack of documents in front of his good friend.

“I’ve looked through them. There’s no problem with them, so you just have to sign them.”

After he set the documents down, he got up to pour himself a glass of warm water. He sat back down and proceeded to drink his water while looking at the man sitting opposite him.

Zachary was extremely handsome. Even if his face was tense all day in a cold and serious expression, it wasn’t enough to mask his handsome exterior.

In this age and day where looks were everything, girls and young women would fall for him without fail once they glimpsed at him a few times.

Maybe there was an exception, and that was their Mrs. CEO.

Serenity, hands down. In just a little more than a month, she had managed to coak the most thoroughly iron–hard tree of York Corporation that was their CEO into flowering buds, and it even seemed

importantly, Serenity had not

manage to protect

not forget him for years after, like Elisa Stone! She was just like that. After being unable

him.

the other hand, you had Zachary treating Serenity so well and even making many exceptions for her, but Serenity could still

you looking

not raised his head, but he

duh! Zachary, you really are handsome. You’re just bad–tempered and aloof. If you were the gentle and considerate type, people might think you were a woman. If you were a woman, how could anyone else go on? But if you were

had brought and studied them carefully. After making sure there really were not any problems with the

there a

If you are, the organizer would probably dance in joy for a month and

could not be considered a high–level reception. The invitees were middle management at

top, would never take

if Zachary wanted to go,

go, I’ll get Mr. Murray