Take Control of Yourself, Please novel (Anna and Liam)

Chapter 843 Putting On a Show



Chapter 843 Putting On a Show

"But why are you at my house?" Anna asked confusedly.

"Have you forgotten what happened yesterday?"

"Yesterday? What do you mean?"

Anna was terrified.

Could it be that she slept with Liam last night?

"Do you remember what you said yesterday?" Liam's eyes turned cold.

Anna shook her head vigorously. "Who can remember what they said when they were drunk? Usually, those are nothing but nonsense."

She only remembered that she made much noise.

Fearing that Liam would settle accounts with her, she hurriedly rolled her big eyes and found herself an out.

"It's okay. Just think back. We have a lot of time."

Liam elegantly sat down and tasted the breakfast he made.

Anna almost buried her head in the plate.

As soon as Gemma got up and came down, Anna said she had to go to work and asked Lisa to take care of Gemma.

Liam also stood up and sent Anna to the company.

On the way, Anna stared at his cold side face, wrinkling her long, slender eyebrows. She was carefully thinking back to last night, but she couldn't fit together the fragments of memory.

Looking at Liam's gloomy face, she felt that she might have said the wrong thing.

"Please forgive me for what I did yesterday," she said sincerely.

Liam said sternly, "You've recalled it?"

"No." A hint of innocence flashed through Anna's watery eyes. She looked down pitifully.

"Then go on and think back," Liam said nonchalantly.

Anna was a little unhappy. "I said I couldn't remember anything about that, but you force me to think back. I'm getting a hangover! You make my head ache!"

Liam was looking unblinkingly at the road ahead.

Anna added with resignation, "Stop the car here.

Ethan and I haven't... You don't need to send me to my company."

"I've made it clear at the conference. What are you worried about?"

Liam looked at the Lincoln Group building not far away. His face clouded over.

"And it's raining."

"Just because of that, we have to be careful! Wait until Ethan and I..." Anna lowered her head with embarrassment. "Well, that's it. Just stop here."

"Tomorrow is Monday," Liam reminded her.

"I know! I have a lot of work to do lately. Everyone is working over the weekend. I can't be lazy, right?"

She hinted that she was very busy and not sure whether she could go to the Marriage Bureau and get a divorce tomorrow.

Liam looked askance at Anna with cold eyes. Rage bubbled inside him. "You want to go back on your word?"

How could he say so?

She couldn't push Ethan to get a divorce.

Even if she had made that decision, they were still a couple. However, she appeared with Liam in public, and he even spent the night at her home. That would embarrass Ethan.

Ethan had done so much for her. She couldn't put him in such an awkward situation.

"Now! Stop the car!" She didn't want to explain this to Liam.

He was so proud that he wouldn't accept her explanation. Instead, he would comment that she was unwilling to leave Ethan.

Liam slammed on the brakes. The car jerked to a stop with a piercing sound.

"Get out!" He was annoyed.

Anna fiercely glared at Liam, pushed open the door, and left.

It was raining, but she didn't care, striding forward.

Damn Liam! He was always so overbearing. He never cared about other people's feelings.

Liam pulled a long face, gazing at Anna walking quickly in the rain. He was furious.

"This heartless woman!"

He looked out the window. The drizzling rain wouldn't stop today.

Liam looked anxious.

Anna was lightly dressed and didn't bring an umbrella with her.

Last night she drank too much. It was easy to catch a cold after getting wet.

Just at this time, James called him to ask for instructions.

"Mr. Ackman, they want this afternoon's meeting to be started an hour earlier or postponed to tomorrow morning, because they have an emergency."

Tomorrow morning?

That was Monday!

He had important things to do.

Liam became even more distracted. "Why are they so troublesome!"

James noticed a hint of abnormality and asked tentatively, "Mr. Ackman, do you have something to do tomorrow?"

Liam calmed down. "Go to the Lincoln Group, and buy a set of clothes and an umbrella for Anna. Oh! Send them by express. Don't go there!"

Anna wanted Liam to keep away from her until she and Ethan were divorced. Though reluctant and unhappy, he ultimately chose to respect Anna.

"Yes! I'll do it right away!"

Anna received the package.

Seeing the clothes and an umbrella inside, she knew who sent them.

She couldn't help curving her lips.

This domineering man finally gave in.

"Is there a meeting in the afternoon?" Anna held the documents in one hand while staring at the computer.

"Ms. Hamilton, you and Mr. Collins will meet with the client at his company at three o'clock." Tiffany replied seriously.

"Then tell Mr. Collins, I'll take his car to meet the client. We'll come back to the company after the meeting anyway."

Speaking of Ethan, Anna felt a little depressed.

"Okay. I'll tell him now." Tiffany took the documents and walked out.

Anna thought for a moment and then followed Tiffany. "Forget it. I'll talk to him myself."

Walking to Ethan's office door, she saw him chatting with others with a gentle smile.

Anna was tense.

The more calm Ethan was, the guiltier she felt.

"Anna, this is Terry Powell." Ethan greeted Anna.

"Hello, Mr. Powell." Anna hurriedly beamed a bright smile at her partner.

Terry strangely looked at Ethan and then at Anna.

Although Terry didn't say anything, Ethan and Anna knew that everyone in this city had heard the news about them. Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

They would soon be divorced, but they were in charge of a company together. Many of their partners and shareholders were speculating about whether the Lincoln Group would split.

Yet as Terry saw Ethan and Anna were getting on well, he wasn't as worried as before.

However, could one be so calm when involved in a relationship?

Terry doubted if they were putting on a show.


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