Contract Marriage With The Disabled CEO

Chapter 13

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Kerwin had a ring on his slender ring finger.

It was of simple style, with some melee diamonds on it.

This was the ring that Betty had bought earlier and put in the dresser drawer!

Betty’s feet were frozen to the floor. Kerwin waited for her to sit down at the table for long enough and then looked up at her.

“What’s wrong?” Kerwin spoke as his eyes swept her hands. He then asked with raised eyebrows, “Where’s your wedding ring?”

Betty blushed with embarrassment.

The wedding ring she had bought was not suitable for Kerwin, so she did not wear hers in front of him. Unexpectedly, Kerwin found the ring she had put away and put it on.

Betty reached out and took the ring out of her bag. When she put it on, she couldn’t help but whisper, “I’m sorry. I picked the rings at random.”

Kerwin smiled. “It’s okay. They look good.”

Betty didn’t know what to say, so she sat down at the table and started to eat her breakfast.

After breakfast, Kerwin folded the newspaper up and said, “Let me take you to work.”

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“No, thanks,” Betty said. “I’ll just catch a cab or take the subway.”

What if her colleagues recognized Kerwin? They would tear Betty to pieces with their teeth.

“It’s a long way from the subway station.” Kerwin frowned slightly. “You can’t find a cab.”

Kerwin was right. Betty noticed this when she moved in yesterday. People who lived in fancy neighborhoods used their cars very often. Certainly, Betty couldn’t find any cabs or subway stations nearby.

Betty checked her watch. It was getting late. She had no choice but to agree. “Can you please take me to the subway station on the way?”

Kerwin stared at Betty and she tensed. After a while, he nodded in agreement.

Betty and Kerwin walked to the door and saw a black Bentley there.

Betty suddenly remembered that the first few times she met with Kerwin, he didn’t drive. Kerwin must have been trying to hide his identity from her.

Betty sighed inwardly and walked to the car.

A young man standing by the car introduced himself to Betty. He was Peter Hill, Kerwin’s special

assistant.

Peter held the door open. Betty was thinking about how Kerwin was going to get into the car. Suddenly, a steel plate descended, and Kerwin wheeled himself up into the car smoothly.

Betty got into the car and found that it was adapted for wheelchair use. There was a space for Kerwin’s wheelchair.

After Betty sat tight, the car started and headed all the way to the nearest subway station.

The car pulled in by the subway station. Kerwin looked through the window and saw the subway station swamped with people. He frowned, “It’s very inconvenient for you to go to work like this. If you don’t want me to give you a ride, how about I get you a car?”

Betty froze and then spoke, “No, thanks.”

Of course, Betty knew that a car meant nothing to Kerwin, but she felt weird spending his money.

Kerwin’s idea was met with a flat refusal. The light which shone in his eyes dimmed. He spoke again, “I don’t stay in the villa too often. How do you go to work alone?”

Betty thought about this on the way. She immediately took out the phone and shook it before his eyes. “I’ll get up a few minutes early and call an Uber. It’s quite easy for me. Um… I’m late. I’ve got to go, bye.”

Betty got off the car quickly.

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Kerwin’s eyes darkened as he looked out the window and watched her running away.

Peter in the driver’s seat saw this and couldn’t help but speak, “Mr. Martin, why do I feel like Mrs. Martin is not like the woman we investigated before?”