A Crazy One-night Stand

Chapter 33: I’m Going to Pick Up My Wife

The car drove all the way to the cement plant under Scott Group.

Monica had been constantly talking throughout the journey, asking Wilson various questions. Although

Wilson was used to keeping a poker face, he did not neglect Monica. He answered every one of

Monica's questions without fail, but his answers were short and concise.

Harry was very satisfied with Wilson's performance. Although it was his first time cooperating with

Wilson, he knew a little about Wilson's background.

Wilson was known as a rigid and decisive person in the business world. In his personal life, he was

loyal and faithful in his relationships. Since his girlfriend passed away three years ago, countless rich

and famous ladies threw themselves at him, but he kept them at length.

Harry glanced at his daughter in the back seat and smiled. His daughter was so beautiful and innocent,

maybe she could melt his heart.

The car stopped at the entrance of Scott Group's cement plant.

Wilson got out and graciously opened the car door for Monica.

Monica jumped out of the car happily. "Wilson, is this the Scott Group's cement plant? It's so big! Is that

the concrete mixer? Wilson, I want to have a closer look!"

"Simon, prepare a safety helmet for Miss Monica!" Wilson instructed Simon.

Monica's heart skipped a beat. She never thought that he would be so considerate and attentive to her.

Monica asked Wilson to accompany her throughout the tour. Along the way, Monica asked a lot of

questions out of curiosity.

"Wilson, why are there so many types of cement?"

"Wilson, what's the difference between these labels?"

"Wilson, why does the price differ so much?"

"But they all look the same to me. How could you tell the difference?" Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

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In order for his daughter and Wilson to have some alone time, Harry told Simon that he was a little tired

and to send him back to the office.

Wilson accompanied Monica throughout the tour of the cement plant and answered her numerous

questions. In the beginning, he answered all the questions she asked patiently, regardless of the level

of technicality. However, by four o'clock in the afternoon, he would look at his watch from time to time.

He began to be a little absent-minded. Even when Monica posed a question to him, he would get

distracted.

Monica pouted in annoyance. "Wilson, are you in a hurry to go somewhere?"

"Well, I do have something to do. I need to go to the hospital later!" Wilson answered truthfully.

"Go to the hospital? Why? Are you feeling unwell?" Monica asked with concern.

Wilson replied, "No, I'm fine. I'm going to the hospital to pick up my wife!"

He could see through Monica's interest towards him with a single glance. He didn't want to cause any

unnecessary trouble, so it would be best to be direct and sever her interest in him as soon as possible.

In his opinion, women were the most difficult creatures to handle.

When Monica heard Wilson's words, she was shocked, as if struck by lightning. She felt like her heart

was broken into pieces. Monica fell silent after that.

After walking in silence for a few minutes, she looked up and asked, "Wilson, is your wife Miss Alina,

whom I met last time at the banquet?"

"Yes!" Wilson replied.

"Well, go and pick her up quickly. For the raw materials, we've seen the cement. Let's make an

appointment to inspect the steel next time." Monica was still feeling down.

"Alright, please apologize to Mr. Harry for me! Simon will send you back. I'll take my leave!" After

saying that, Wilson strode out and called Scott Group's driver to pick him up.

Wilson had a habit of being punctual. He arrived at the hospital twenty minutes to five o'clock. His

emotionless face softened into a gentle expression. He sat in the car, quietly waiting for Alina to come

out.

At five o'clock sharp, he saw Alina walking out in a hurry. He immediately opened the door and stepped

out to meet her, only to see a man in a suit running after Alina. He held a bouquet of red roses in his

hands and was chasing after her. "Alina, I am serious about this. I have fallen in love with you since the

first time I met you!"

Wilson could not help but knit his brows tightly together. He stopped in his tracks and assessed the

situation. His gaze was impenetrable as he stared at the man with the bouquet, blocking Alina's path at

the lobby of the hospital.