Become the Wife of A CEO

The crowd was stunned.

So soon?

For real?

Sarah was the first to react. She hugged Clara, saying, “Clara, you’re so good! You are outstanding in this industry!”

Diane was typing. She sarcastically said, “Outstanding people must have means that ordinary people can’t reach. Presumably, she got the clues with some unusual means. Clara, you are such a hooker, who are you hooking up with this time?”

Yes, the editor-in-chief had no channel to get the news, why could Clara?

Clara couldn’t tell them that Horace, the person they admired, was her husband. That would be bigger news that the rumor of Horace and Yolanda.

Sarah tilted her head and asked, “Clara, what clues, and how do you know they are true?”

The eyes and ears of everyone in the office were erect.

Clara could only answer vaguely, “Well, my husband works at Solare, so…”

Everybody understood. They no longer doubted.

Clara went to the address Horace sent over with the photographer and Sarah.

It was an art center in Stratmont. There were many masters of culture and youngsters. Yolanda was there shooting the annual advertisement for Solrace.

The ad was very important to Solrace because it was related to a start-up project in a joint venture with a French business partner next year, so Horace supervised it personally.

At the center, the rhythmic music sounded like the epitome of the busy and tense atmosphere in the studio.

Yolanda was wearing a sexy long skirt. Her long curly hair was shattered around her neck. Her lips were red. She moved her sexy body according to the instruction of the photographer’s assistant, posing a variety of dancing poses. Occasionally, she peered at Horace, who was supervising, with her charming eyes.

Luis, the photographer of GLAM, drooled as he watched. Sarah narrowed her eyes and squeezed him hard with his elbow, signaling him to concentrate on his work. Luis glared at her reluctantly and said, “Let me look at her a few more times!” Clara looked at Horace in the field, who still looked cold, not at all moved by Yolanda’s overtures.

Good. He was a man of rules. Clara thought.

Yet at the same time, she felt a headache.

Of course, she knew that there was nothing between Yolanda and Horace, but in this case, how did she write the story?

If… If she can photograph something for two people, the magazine would sell well, right?

She admitted that she was a bit strange wanting to photograph her husband and other women, but that was because she trusted Horace too much.

So she patted Luis’ shoulder and whispered, “Be sure to choose a good angle, follow Yolanda and Horace, as long as the two get close, immediately capture it! The opportunity is rare!”

However, until the intermission, Yolanda did not have the chance to approach Horace. They didn’t even have any eye contact

Clara got impatient.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

How does this work, there wasn’t any big news at all!

Did they come in vain?

Horace, who had been waiting for Clara, soon saw her anxious little reddened face.

The two looked at each other, and Clara immediately pouted in Yolanda’s direction, signaling for Horace to do something.

Horace’s face darkened.

Was she forced him to flirt with other women?

Clara did not notice Horace’s face. She pointed her finger at Yolanda, her meaning was obvious.

But Horace refused to do so.

Sarah and Luis also felt anxious.

“Clara, we only took photos of Yolanda shooting advertisements, and of Mr. Kirkland. They don’t have no contact at all, what should we do?”

Clara thought for a moment and said, “Wait. Let’s wait until Yolanda finishes shooting the ad.”

After two hours, Yolanda was tired and decided. She decided to stop there.

Yolanda’s assistant hurriedly handed over the juice.

Yolanda took a few sips of juice and hurried towards Horace.

Clara’s eyes lit up, and Luis silently held up the camera.

“Mr. Kirkland!” Yolanda sweetly called his name.

The pungent smell of perfume wafted towards him. Horace couldn’t stand it.

He was even angrier seeing the expectant expression on Clara’s face. He did not want to look at the enchanting woman in front of him.

He directly turned his head and left.

Yolanda was stunned. She wanted to catch up.

“Yolanda, Yolanda!” However, the makeup artist stopped Yolanda, “There is a phone call came from the film company for you.”

“Okay, I get it.” Looking at Horace’s departing back, Yolanda stomped her feet angrily.

Clara, who was on the sidelines, was also annoyed.

They almost got a picture of the two of them.

But Horace was gone, there was nothing left to photograph. They went back. Before off work, they received Diane’s sneers and disappointment of the editor-in-chief before Clara left work.

Coming home from work, Horace was already at home.

As soon as she entered the door, he glanced at her, “You’re finally home.”

“You’re early today too,” Clara replied while wearing slippers. She looked at Horace, and couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, “Why didn’t you talk to Yolanda today?”

At the mention of this, Horace’s anger burned again.

How could a wife push her husband into the arms of another woman?

Did she care so much about his feelings at all?

Or could everything be traded in marriage not based on love?

Horace’s face became more and more gloomy, “What do you want your husband do with another woman?”

Clara was stunned. Realizing Horace’s displeasure, she quickly shook her hand and said with an easier tone, “I don’t mean that. I just wanted you and Yolanda could get closer to look more familiar, so I could take pictures.”

Clara said seriously, not feeling wrong in the slightest.

After all, it is just a picture of them together. All they needed were a few photos, the rest was left for people to run their imagination. She didn’t think there was anything wrong with it.

But these words sounded very approached; harsh to Horace’s ears.

His voice, at this time, was already extremely cold, “Clara, you don’t mind our husband having an affair with other women?”

“It’s just a picture. There is nothing between you guys anyway.” Clara argued, somewhat unsure of what Horace was really angry about.

Horace’s face turned uglier.

“Clara, how intimate do you want Yolanda and me to become? Holding hands, hugging, kissing?” He asked in a low voice, and at the same time slowly stopped in front of Clara, looking straight at her.