Secret Marriage: The CEO's Pampered Wife

Chapter 79: Chapter 79: Mr. Sheridan Covered Your Body with His Shirt

Georgia’s face flushed red, and she buried herself under the covers.

Her muffled voice came from beneath the blankets. "Isn’t a man’s ’wife’ just his right hand anyway?"

"So you have the heart to watch me take care of it myself?"

Elliot’s face darkened. ’A man’s wife is his right hand? Who taught her that!’

Georgia hid under the covers like a turtle in its shell.

Georgia was sweating under the quilt. She only dared to peek out when she heard the sound of running water from the bathroom.

She took a deep breath of fresh air. freёwebnovel.com

When Elliot came out of the bathroom, his icy gaze swept over to Georgia, who guiltily shrank back.

She really had been about to give in to him, but who knew a part-time cleaner would suddenly burst in?

She kept her head down and stuck her tongue out playfully, not daring to look up at Elliot.

Georgia was too embarrassed to go out and face the cleaner, but even if she didn’t see her today, they would surely run into each other eventually.

After a moment’s thought, she braced herself and followed Elliot out.

Elliot was on the balcony, making a phone call. Georgia saw the part-time cleaner in the kitchen, sorting vegetables.

She walked in. "Ma’am, let me help you with that."

"Oh no, Miss Thorne. I can handle these things myself," the cleaner said quickly.

’She was hired to be a cleaner; how could she trouble Georgia to do the work?’

"It’s alright, I’m not doing anything anyway." Georgia squatted down and started helping with the vegetables.

As they worked, Georgia glanced at the cleaner several times, her expression hesitant.

The cleaner was a sharp woman and sensed Georgia staring at her. It had to be because of what happened earlier.

She continued sorting the vegetables and said, "Don’t worry, Miss Thorne. I didn’t see a thing."

"No, I wasn’t..." Georgia blushed. ’My staring must have been too obvious.’

Afraid she wouldn’t believe her, the cleaner elaborated, "Really. The moment Mr. Sheridan covered you with his shirt, I immediately turned around. I honestly didn’t see a single thing!"

"I know!"

Georgia kept her head down and muttered, feeling utterly mortified.

After a while, the cleaner said, "Miss Thorne, you haven’t been here in so long. I thought you and Mr. Sheridan had a falling out!"

"No, it was just... a small incident happened," Georgia said in a tiny voice. It felt strange discussing this with the cleaner.

"Well, as long as you’ve made up, it’s all good. You have no idea, Miss Thorne. During the days you were away, Mr. Sheridan was smoking heavily, and he was in a terrible mood."

"..."

Seeing Georgia remain silent, the woman continued, "Actually, Mr. Sheridan is a good person, and you two are a great match, Miss Thorne. I hope you two grow old together."

Georgia broke into a cold sweat. ’Why is this woman always singing Elliot’s praises?’

’The truth is, when Elliot decides to be bad, he can be rotten to the core!’

"Also, Miss Thorne, you’re the first woman to ever come to this apartment. I’ve worked here for several years, and I’ve never seen Mr. Sheridan bring any other woman back!"

She was the first. Georgia could sense that much.

Elliot just wasn’t the kind of man who would casually bring women home.

Georgia forced a smile. She couldn’t stay with the cleaner any longer. The longer she stayed, the more praise she’d hear about Elliot.

「The Thorne Residence」

Amanda Thorne furiously smashed everything she could in her room. What was that phone call about?

They had finally been together for three years, and now he was ending it with a single phrase, "It’s over"? Was that it?

Amanda’s face was contorted with rage as she sat before her vanity mirror. And to think she had been showing him off to her friends every day.

Amanda was a confident woman. From the moment Elliot had first approached her, she had spread the news everywhere, absolutely certain she would one day become Mrs. Sheridan.

Just now, she had distinctly heard a woman’s gasp on the other end of Elliot’s call. ’That little bitch must have put him up to it.’

She had sent people to investigate Elliot’s whereabouts more than once, trying to find out which women were close to him. But the man was crafty, hiding his tracks so well that her investigators always came back empty-handed.

For three years, she had suspected the reason Elliot wouldn’t touch her wasn’t because she wasn’t beautiful enough, but because there was another woman in his life.

Now she was curious. Just who was this woman he was keeping hidden away in a gilded cage?

She turned her head, staring at her reflection in the vanity mirror. Her face was slowly aging; one angry expression and all the wrinkles would appear.

She had gotten with Elliot when she was 27 and had spent three years on him. Now she was 30.

An older woman could never compete with the younger girls. Her body was already slowly aging.

She had gone from visiting the beauty salon once a week for maintenance to now going three times a week, just to ensure she always appeared radiant and eternally youthful in public.

But now, she couldn’t control the rage in her heart. She couldn’t accept being abandoned by Elliot like this, and she especially couldn’t bear the thought of being mocked by her friends.

Losing control, she grabbed a bottle from the table and hurled it at the vanity mirror, her face twisted into a demonic mask.

However, the next second, the phone sitting on the side rang.

She glanced at it, her eyes filled with fury, but quickly answered when she saw the call was from Owen Sawyer.

Her voice was sweet. "Secretary Sawyer."

"Miss Thorne, would you be available for dinner at The Grandview tonight at seven o’clock?" Secretary Sawyer’s business-like voice came from the other end of the line.

Amanda was completely stunned. ’What’s going on?’

’One moment, Elliot calls to end their relationship. The next, his secretary calls to arrange dinner for tonight?’

"Miss Thorne, if you’re not available, we can postpone," Owen Sawyer said when Amanda didn’t answer for a long time.

"No, I have time!" Amanda replied hurriedly. "Tell Elliot I’ll be there on time today."

"Very well."

Staring at the ended call, Amanda couldn’t help but wonder what was happening.

’Could it be that he misspoke? Or was he just putting on an act in front of that woman?’

Whether it was the former or the latter, all that mattered was that their relationship wasn’t over yet.

Looking at the messy room, Amanda called a maid to come and clean it up.

The maid was a little terrified; she had heard the second miss’s hysterical screams from the hallway earlier and was scared.

"And this mirror, have someone replace it with a new one tomorrow!" Amanda ordered arrogantly. Her mood, like a rollercoaster, shot to its highest point. She entered her walk-in closet to pick out an outfit for her dinner with Elliot.

Tonight, she was determined to captivate Elliot.

While picking out her clothes, she saw her reflection in a mirror. The crow’s feet and everything were showing.

"No, I have to go to the beauty salon before I see Elliot," Amanda muttered, covering her face and carefully counting her wrinkles.

’Damn it, I really am getting old. Even the best products aren’t working anymore!’

When she came out dressed in a beautiful outfit, the messy floor had already been cleaned by the maid.

She put on exquisite makeup, donned a pair of sunglasses, and went downstairs.

"Where are you going?" Hayley Sullivan asked, looking at her beautiful, charming daughter with a sense of pride.

She had two daughters, but only this younger one had inherited her youthful beauty.

"I’m heading to the beauty salon. I have a date with Elliot tonight, so I won’t be back for dinner."

"Alright, I understand."

「Elliot’s Private Apartment」

Georgia didn’t leave until after she had lunch.

Elliot drove her personally.

Inside the car, Georgia unbuckled her seatbelt and was about to get out when Elliot grabbed her small hand. "Not going to invite me up for a bit?"