Ex-husband, Please Respect Yourself

Chapter 92: Could You Believe That Your Mother Wouldn’t Fight Me for the Babies

The green veins on Cathy's forehead stood out.

She shot a glare at Aaron and let him shut up. She tried to answer Nick's question with a calm tone, "Mr. Brown asked me to deal with something in New York, you and Aaron come back tomorrow morning first. I would sort out the materials for the business trip these days and send them to you in the evening. You can keep an eye on everything in the department and call me whenever you have any questions." Nick looked serious, and he immediately nodded, "no problem, Cathy, you have a good rest and I would arrange all the things well."

Cathy smiled and nodded.

She appreciated Nick's talent. Although he wasn't very flexible and intelligent as Aaron, he was honest. The task that she assigned him, unless he couldn't do it, it wouldn't be with any problems generally. Aaron leaned over, and grinned at her, "Cathy, what should I do?"

"You?" Cathy raised her eyebrows, and pretended to ponder silently for a while. Then she blinked the eyes, and gave him a very kind smile, "as I am not in the company, the department would be very busy. I know you are intelligent and you are always more efficient than others. Thus, the work of taking out the garbage, mopping the floor, and ordering coffee and snacks for colleagues... they are all up to you. It's an important work. You must do it well."

The smile on the face of Aaron suddenly disappeared, and he looked at her pitifully. He seemed to cry but without tears, "... Yes, Cathy, I would do well, but you couldn't stay here until next year, because my year-end assessment is still up to you"

Cathy twitched her mouth. "..."Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

"Don't worry, I wouldn't be here until next year." It was a good time to tease her and he never forgot to tease her. Aaron was getting less and less adorable.

Tyrone looked at them, and he did not interrupt. His hands inserted in the pants pocket quietly and standing on the side, he looked composed with some kind of casual.

Aaron suddenly looked at him, raising his eyebrows and the corner of the lips, "Tyrone, Cathy would be here alone, you must take good care of our manager."

Then a slap heavy fell on Tyrone's shoulder. Cathy looked at Aaron with a fake smile, "the elder sister, I am in good health, and I don't need other people to take care of me."

Tyrone looked at Cathy's pale face and raised the corner of his lips, "I would take care of her certainly, so you don't need to worry about her. I think she needs some rest. Let's go out and talk." He answered Aaron.

Cathy, "..."

Because Tyrone was here, Aaron and Nick did not stay long. They packed up things and left.

Cathy finally could vent anger after enduring for a long time. Throwing off the quilt and getting out of bed to wear shoes, she walked into Tyrone. Not waiting for him to explain, she pulled his clothes down, and questioned Tyrone with cold face, "who let you call Mr. Brown? How could you make a decision for me? Do you know how much trouble you've got me into?"

Bastard!

The collar of Tyrone's white shirt was ripped wide and the first button was torn open, indicating how much effort Cathy was exerting as well as indicating that her anger was at its peak.

Cathy could not help being angry, since the thing of Mr. Brown, it really touched her on the bottom line. Vanten Technology Company had done a lot to win LT Company over and Mr. Brown also put his head down a lot of times for this. Every time in front of the representatives of LT Company, he would also be groveling. He also took her to see Tyrone, and every time, she pretended to not know Tyrone. What Tyrone did may make Mr. Brown see through her tricks. If Mr. Brown really guessed the relationship between her and Tyrone, it would make her alienated from Mr. Brown. How could she still work in the company?

And, even if Mr. Brown valued the former relationship and he wouldn't blame her, when Vanten Technology Company had conflicts with LT Company, she was the first one to blame.

Tyrone looked down at his own clothes, and then looked at Cathy's angry face. His dark eyes without any emotion, he seemed to be not surprised at her reaction. He explained slowly without moving, "I just told him that I met the employee of his company when drinking, and I mentioned that you were ill. I took you to the hospital on my way home... As for my request for your help in my company, I didn't lie. There were problems in my company."

Feeling puzzled, Cathy suspiciously looked at him for a few seconds, and said with angry voice, "did you only say these things? Nothing else?"

Tyrone's dashing eyebrows slightly wrinkled, "what else do you think I could say?"

Cathy pressed her lips tightly, her breathing disorderly

But her hands suddenly clenched and she mocked coldly, "Who ask you to decide for me to stay in New York? Do you think if you keep me here, I'll stay in the hospital? Unless you keep an eye on me!" Tyrone lowered his head and looked at his neckline, which was about to be completely torn open. His eyes were deep, and he said calmly, "you are not in good health. You need to rest for half a day, but this is not the main reason. If you're back in Chicago, you would have more trouble rather than a slight cold."

Cathy's face was downcast, and the strength in the hands suddenly loosed. She squinted eyes, "what do you mean?"

"Did you know that my mother came to your company to look for you?"

Cathy's eyes twinkled with unrest and she didn't deny it. She said in cold voice, "could I hide from her here? Could I never go back to Chicago? You're not afraid of your mother getting angry and blowing the whistle on my pregnancy in the company, but I am not."

She would rather come back.

Tyrone said helplessly, "How do you tangle with her with your weak body when you come back? You have a good rest here, and I would deal with it in two days. I would talk with my mom. You don't have to worry about it."

Cathy looked at him, and calmed down slowly. Then, she noticed that his clothes was pulled out of shape by her. Her fingers shivering, she subconsciously released him, and there was a flicker of embarrassment in her eyes. She looked away and pretended to cough, "how do you deal with it? Your mother knew I was pregnant and wanted to know if they were yours or someone else's. If I admit the babies were yours, she would argue about the custody when the babies are born. If I admit the babies were someone else's, she would scold you and tell you to stay away from the dirty women like me."

She paused, cocked her head, and looked at him carefully. She smiled heartlessly, "I would never agree with the former probability, so you have to choose the latter probability. You are just blamed and she would not beat you as you've grown up."

Tyrone frowned slightly. He was dissatisfied with her mockery, "don't you believe me?"

Cathy sniffed and smiled, "I don't mean to doubt you, but is there a better alternative? Or... could you believe that your mother wouldn't fight me for the babies."

She knew a lot about the temperament of Tyrone's mother.