Lost in Mr. Preston's Temptation

"Is that true? If Mr. Preston is married, why doesn't he wear a wedding ring?"

Hearing that Clara paused while taking out a tea bag.

She subconsciously looked at the ring on her finger and then continued to listen to the gossip.

"I think it's fake." The third female colleague cut in. "I heard a friend say that Mr. Preston had a first love who he had been in a relationship with for many years, however they broke up right before they were going to get engaged. Then his first love married someone else, and Mr. Preston deciding not to get married because of her."

"If that's true, then Mr. Preston life is really too tragic. He has power and status, but he can't even marry the woman he loves."

"That's right."

The female colleagues continued gossiping, but the words "first love" lingered in Clara's ears.

Ethan had never told her that he had a first love.

Clara inexplicably remembered the woman who had answered the phone on Saturday night, the gentle voice, and suddenly thought: is that woman Ethan's first love? Then why did he...

Just ten, Clara heard her surprised colleague's voice, "Eh? Clara, you... you married again!"

Clara came back to her senses and saw her colleagues' gossiping eyes on her, and she guessed that they had heard what had happened to her before.

She raised her hand and looked at the ring, "Yes, I got married again just recently."

These two days, she had tried all kinds of methods at home to take off her ring, but she couldn't.

"Congratulations! This ring is pretty, isn't it expensive?"

"I bought it for a little over 30 dollars on Amazon. " Clara knew what her colleagues meant and took the initiative to show them the ring. "My husband is just an ordinary person." Although the pearls on the ring were expensive, her colleagues had rarely come into contact with rare pearls, so they could not tell the difference.

Seeing that her colleagues had shifted their attention away from her and were gossiping about other things, Clara smiled faintly at them, "You guys talk, I'll head out."

When she had only left the break room a few steps, she heard the faint sound of conversation behind her:

"Oh, what's the use of being born rich, if you just marry an ordinary man?"

"Is her husband so poor he can't even afford a diamond ring?"

"Heh, after that scandal, what man would want her!"

In the past, when Clara heard someone slandering her, she would definitely find a way to slap them.

However, now she had discovered that there were people who love to gossip everywhere, and those words could not cause substantial harm to her. It wasn't necessary to be angry about such a thing. Clara shrugged and walked to her workstation. She hadn't noticed the young woman standing in the corner next to the break room.

The women had heard everything that happened in the break room.

Her eyes stared at Clara's back, her expression contorting.

Half past seven at The Mcerrin Hotel.

Baxter drove the car into the underground garage of the hotel. After getting out of the car, she saw that Clara expression was not good, "I saw that you didn't look happy this afternoon, what's wrong?" "I'm tired from work." Clara found an excuse to put him off and followed him into the elevator.

She had been thinking about the colleagues gossiping about Ethan in the break room, and it had caused her to be upset the whole day.

Watching the elevator rise slowly, Clara pursed her lower lip and said, "Baxter, do you know..."

Just as she was about to ask, the elevator stopped on the first floor.

Clara raised her head and saw several men in suits and leather shoes standing outside the elevator chatting.

The man standing by the elevator door was wearing an iron gray suit and a neatly buttoned white shirt. His expression was cold and indifferent. The man stood there quietly, his voice was also gentle, but he emitted an oppressive aura.

Seeing the elevator door open, the person next to the man immediately made a gesture, "Mr. Preston, after you." Ethan walked into the elevator. His indifferent gaze swept over Clara and Baxter, and he quickly stood to the side. Since they had bumped into each other, Clara couldn't ignore it. She greeted him, "Mr. Preston, good evening." The men around him seemed to be company executives.

"Mm." The man responded faintly.

After the others had also entered the elevator, Clara who was standing behind quietly raised his head, glanced at Ethan, and then lowered her eyes. She felt that his answer had been cold.

As if he was ignoring her...