Contract Marriage With The Disabled CEO By Woody Rain Chapter 88

Chapter 88 Don’t Pretend to Be Strong In the conference room, the head of the finance department, who was giving a report about this quarter earnings, broke o ut in a cold sweat when he saw Kerwin‘s sullen face darken.

Is there something wrong with this statement? Profits increases by several percentage points this quart er, which seems to be no problem. The finance director was confused.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he started to report the last part. Then he asked Kerwin carefully, “

Mr. Martin, are there questions about that?”

The man did not answer him. He didn‘t seem to pay attention to the director‘s report, just stared at his p hone screen on the table.

[Kerwin, my mother has gotten out of the hospital today, so I‘m going back to my home to look after her.

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It was a message from Betty, which made him furious. In her opinion, her home isn‘t the house that belongs to us?

This woman really know how to provoke him!

Kerwin‘s silence caused disquiet among those present. They were all department heads and now they l ooked anxiously at Kerwin, afraid that he was not satisfied with the quarter‘s performance.

The minutes ticked by.

Just as these people were worried, their backs wet, Kerwin finally looked up.

They thought he was going to say something about this quarter‘s earnings, but things didn‘t go as they

expected.

“Meeting adjourned. Everyone go get busy. We‘ll talk about it tomorrow,” said Kerwin suddenly Then he rolled out of the room, ignoring the surprising stares of those executives.

Peter was also confused. He stood there for a few seconds before going to follow him.

“Mr. Martin,” he asked, as he caught up with Kerwin. “Is there something wrong? Did the Japanese cart hquake affect our nuclear power plants? Or did the hurricanes in Canada affect our stations?”

In his mind, there must be something serious happening, which was why he terminated the meeting.

When Peter couldn‘t figure out the reason, Kerwin suddenly stopped and looked at him coldly. “Find out where Betty‘s apartment is.”

Peter was puzzled. He didn‘t knew why Kerwin suddenly wanted to go to Betty‘s apartment.

“When you get her address, drive me there,” said Kerwin, then rolled his chair again.

At that moment, Betty, who was feeding her mother at home, had no idea that her text would upset him.

All she bought was porridge and an unpalatable soup from a restaurant outside. After Sherry took a few bites, she didn‘t want to have it any more.

Betty got a little anxious as she wiped her mother‘s mouth with a handkerchief. “Mom, you eat so little. I ‘ll get other food for you.”

Then she got up and put on her coat.

Sherry frowned. “It‘s almost ten o ‘clock at night. Where can you get food?” Sherry frowned.

“But you need to eat something. If the restaurant is closed, I‘ll go to the supermarket to buy some.” Wit h that being said, she went straight out of the room.

As she walked down to the first floor, Betty felt the headlights flashing when she counted the change in her purse.

Blinded by the strong light, she raised her hand to cover her eyes.

A black Bentley drove slowly towards her.

The woman froze. The black Bentley was out of place in the modest apartment she rented in Chicago She was still in shock when the door suddenly opened. A familiar figure in a wheelchair got out of the c ar.

Betty couldn‘t believe what she saw. As he rolled towards her, she stammered, “Kerwin, what… are you doing here?”

Betty, dressed in her pyjamas, wore a sports coat outside and big slippers. She stood there, amazed. H er hair was tied up into a bun randomly, which made her look very cute.

Kerwin stared at her without speaking.

His face suddenly turned cold at the thought of her message. “Why did you suddenly come back to you r apartment?”

Betty didn‘t expect Kerwin to show up downstairs. “My mom didn‘t want to stay at the hospital, so I took her home,” she explained, but she didn‘t give the real reason.

Kerwin raised his eyebrows. He did not pursue her further. “It‘s very late, Where are you going now!”

“To buy some food.”

“Now? Ten o‘clock at night?” Kerwin frowned. “Restaurants are closed now.”

“Then I‘ll go to the supermarket.”

He looked at Betty with some frustration. She looked strong, but sometimes she was a little clumsy. Sh e can‘t even take care of herself. How did she take care of her mother?

“Peter, go to a nearby restaurant and ask them to cook some food.” He commanded.

Betty started and waved her hand. “Thank you, but you don‘t have to do that. I can cook it myself.”

“It‘s ten o‘clock at night. And you‘re gonna let your mother wait for you to cook for her?” said Kerwin, tais mother is still sick.”

Thinking of Shelly, Betty couldn‘t say no. She knew it was getting late. She was so busy today that neither she nor her mother had eaten.

“Thank you,” said Betty gratefully.

Kerwin‘s face softened a little. “Come on, let‘s go upstairs.”

“Upstairs?” Betty froze again.

“Or what?” He looked at the confused woman in front of him, helpless. “Do you want me to wait outside Betty‘s face went red again. She then wheeled him inside.

Up the stairs in the elevator, she pushed Kerwin into her house. The room was a mess, which embarras “I just got back, so I haven‘t cleaned the room yet. I‘m sorry.” Betty said, and hurried to clean the it.

But it happened that her hand was not so flexible because of the injury. As she moved, she touched her wound. Kerwin noticed her face, which Betty didn‘t think it was appropriate for Kerwin, who had never done housework before, to clean her apa a little slow, but soon I‘ll get the room organized.”

“Don‘t pretend to be strong in front of me.” He took Betty‘s hand and let her sit down on the sofa.

His words surprised her. She sat on the sofa in a daze, watching Kerwin clean up the room.