A Wedding That's Too Complicated

58.What's Your Relationship With Him

Mitchell's expression became serious.

"He was a senior from my previous high school and took good care of me. Then he went to study abroad. He just came back recently, so we're out to reminisce about the past." Emily Aitken purposely hides the moment her love begins.

As he told Mitchell, though,

these are all past forms.

"Oh!" George Smith looked at him

meaningfully, answering gently without asking further, looking at the time on the watch, turning on the vehicle, he advised, "If it's done, call me! I'll pick you up."

"No..."

Emily Aitken just wanted to say no, and thought it was not good to bother her like this, but George Smith ignored her and left.

She has no choice but to return to the cafe, only to discover that Amy Campbell looks different from Mitchell.

"What's going on?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he glanced out the window, it suddenly became clear that they should have seen George Smith and known his identity, so they had a current expression.

Eyelids drooped, hiding emotions under his eyes, waiting for Mitchell and the others to speak first.

"Emily! That guy just now, was it George Smith?" Mitchell couldn't help it at all, he frowned, his expression a little serious.

Naturally paying attention to his own attitude the entire time.

He lifted his eyes to look directly at Mitchell, and said lightly, "What's wrong?"

"What's your relationship with him?" Mitchell demanded.

Emily Aitken slightly raised her eyebrows when she heard those words, and asked without a jolt, "Are you asking me? As a good friend?"

He is almost impulsive and wants to tell Mitchell that they are a work relationship, a lover relationship, or maybe a sponsorship relationship.

"Emily! It's not someone else, it's George Smith, you can't get involved with him, you can't fight him! You don't even know him!" Mitchell suddenly looked excited, as if he knew something inside him.

Stretching hands and gripping

her wrists were tight, her eyes filled with worry.

Emily Aitken's expression remained the same, her eyes fixed on Mitchell, and she slowly broke away from his hands, pulled the corner of her mouth, and revealed a wry smile, "What if I don't understand, "What if I don't understand, I also thought so I know you very well, but Reality, but slapped me well!"

"When you leave, you think of me! You don't have any explanation, and you're quietly withdrawing from my world."

"Why come back now, be pretentious!"

Emily Aitken still could not forget how easy it was to say, a period of darkness back then.

Mitchell almost became the god of all the girls in school, but was close to him.

He had been bullied for this, but he had not given up because of him.

But after he took the college entrance exam, there was no sudden news.

She also frantically searches for her whereabouts, but in the end she learns that she is studying abroad through the mouths of others.

It's ironic and ridiculous.

The two people who were very close to the outsider were actually aware of the latest news from the outsider.

In the end, he was ridiculed by everyone and he was thrown away like trash when he was tired of playing.

All this, Amy Campbell knows.

He spent all this with her.

He didn't hate it, it was all his own choice.

But let him look like nothing happened.

Emily Aitken said lightly, her eyes filled with indifference.

After the conversation, he slowly got up and left the cafe.

"Mr Mitchell, once you're gone, Emily has absolutely no fun. He's gonna be like this. It's also human nature. Give him time to adapt." Amy Campbell blames herself for doing bad things. Looking at Mitchell responsibly, he explained calmly.

Mitchell closed his eyes, nodded slowly and a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Amy, I know, no matter what happens, it's my fault. Of course I won't blame him."

Emily Aitken walked aimlessly on the side of the road, looking down in bewilderment.

He doesn't know where to go. Because it's not like staying home, she'll ask Amy Campbell to pass the time. Who knows it will be like this.

Ddrr... Dddrr...

The phone in Emily's hand suddenly shook.

It's George Smith!

"Mr Smith?"

Is this addictive Cha Gang Cha?

Emily Aitken said helplessly, but she did not even realize that her originally depressed mood was starting to slowly improve.

"Where?" George Smith's deep, rather thick voice came from the phone.

His words are simple and clear.

"Pulse... Still near the cafe."

Emily Aitken regained her senses, looking around, remembering what someone had just ordered, and called her after the past, and said faintly.

"I have a sudden business, I can't pick you up, come to my office." George Smith said lightly.

There was a faint sound of a pen rubbing paper from the phone.

"Yes, Mr. Geogre."

Engaged!

As soon as Emily Aitken's voice came down, water gushed from the phone, followed by George Smith's slightly angry voice.

"Emily Aitken!"

He hurriedly pressed the close button to block the slow roar from the other end of the phone, then stood on the side of the road, stopped the taxi, and went straight to the CNB company.

.....

Bottom Floor CNB Company Headquarters.

The headquarters of CNB company is located in the center

Sunning City, which was also the center of Sunning City's business circle. The entire CNB Building has a total of 32 floors

all of which are CNB corporate offices.

After getting out of the car, Emily Aitken walked straight to the CNB Building from the gate. Looking at the people around, he needed a key card to get in and out, and he ate.

Emily looked around and she saw a young woman standing at the front desk, gently putting her makeup to the face.

He slowly stepped forward, shrunk his fingers, and tapped on the marble table, making a muffled sound.

"Hello, Mr. Smith asked me to meet him, can I meet Mr. Smith now?"

At the CNB Building, not a boss, manager, or gold-collar white-collar worker. He squeezed his scalp and finally walked into the front desk, naturally paying attention to his own attitude the entire time.

Hearing someone coming, he hurriedly put away the items, standing upright, with a polite smile on his face.

In front of me, there was a strange woman who only dressed and could not even pay attention to her brand.

She frowned, her eyes slightly insulting, but she doubted whether it was just an ordinary woman or a perfect partner.

They were all people whom he could not afford to offend.

He hurriedly lowered his head and checked the incoming and outgoing records for registration.