Chapter 3 Coffee Spilled on the Crotch

Before, it was just minor skirmishes, but today, her act of kindness came at a heavy price.

Her nose tingled with the threat of tears, but there was nothing she could do. Adam's debt was now hers to pay.

Alexander finished his business and looked at Lillian, saying flatly, "Head back to the office."

With that, he got into his car, ready to leave. Lillian called out to him again, asking the question that had been bothering her since Alexander dragged her to the Marriage License Office.

"Mr. Sinclair, why did you choose to marry me? You could have any woman you wanted with just a snap of your fingers."

Alexander paused, staring at Lillian until she felt uncomfortable. Then he slowly spoke, "Because..."

Lillian listened intently, her heart pounding as if it would leap out of her throat.

"You just happened to be there."

With that, he got into his car and drove off, leaving Lillian standing there, puzzled. What did he mean by "You just happened to be there"?

Lillian clutched the marriage certificate and stuffed it into her bag.

Ignoring Adam, who was still babbling on, she headed straight for the subway.

Things had spiraled out of Lillian's control. She had gone from a naive girl who had never been in a relationship to a married woman.

Stepping out of the subway, Lillian arrived at her office building. Looking up at the towering skyscraper, she couldn't help but sigh.

The thought of working with her newly wedded boss filled her with indescribable dread.

She rushed into the office, and as soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she was met with the stern expression of the chief secretary, Taylor Reed.

"Lillian, do you know what time it is? And where are the files I asked for this morning?"

Lillian quickly apologized, "Ms. Reed, I'm so sorry. I'll send them over right away."

After apologizing, Lillian hurried to her desk, sent the files to Taylor, and then rushed to the printing room with a big stack of documents.

In the solitude of the print room, she could finally gather her thoughts. Everything that happened this morning felt like a dream, yet it was all too real.

After a busy day, just when she thought she could finally rest, she received another task right before clocking out.

Taylor approached her with a scowl, her eyes scanning Lillian like a CT scanner.

Lillian, unsure of what was going on, awkwardly asked, "Ms. Reed, is there something you need?"

Taylor reluctantly spat out, "Mr. Sinclair wants to see you."

"Okay." Although Lillian was confused, she followed Taylor's instructions.

Taylor watched suspiciously as Lillian walked into the CEO's office.

Earlier, Taylor had gone into the CEO's office to report that she had arranged a dinner with Mark Brown from Lollphe Group and had notified the senior executives and PR team.

But before she could finish, Alexander interrupted her with, "Send Lillian in."

Taylor couldn't believe her ears.

Lillian was just a third-level secretary, not involved in the CEO's affairs. Why did Alexander suddenly want to see her?

Feeling a sense of unease, Taylor maintained her smile and said, "Mr. Sinclair, you can tell me directly if you need anything."

Alexander didn't respond, just gave her a look that sent chills down her spine.

Without waiting for further instructions, she quickly went out to call Lillian.

She couldn't understand what trick Lillian had pulled to make Alexander break protocol and call her in.

Watching Lillian walk into the CEO's office, Taylor stood by the door, curious to see what was going on.

Lillian entered the office to find Alexander, dressed in a deep red shirt and vest, with gold-rimmed glasses perched on his high-bridged nose, speaking fluent French on an international call.

She lowered her head, feeling the pressure of his presence making it hard to breathe.

Twenty minutes later, Alexander hung up the phone.

"Make me a cup of coffee," he said, turning back to his computer.

"Yes, sir." Lillian quickly turned and left.

As Lillian exited the CEO's office, Taylor approached her. "What did Mr. Sinclair want?"

Lillian didn't look up. "Nothing much just asked me to make him a cup of coffee."

Taylor frowned in confusion, ' Such a simple task?'

Lillian swiftly made a cup of coffee, nodded at Taylor, and left the break room.

Entering the office, she saw Alexander standing by the floor-to-ceiling window. She carefully walked over and softly said, "Mr. Sinclair, your coffee."

Alexander turned to take the coffee, but they collided.

"Lillian!"

The coffee spilled perfectly onto Alexander's new suit pants, right at the crotch.

Alexander gritted his teeth, starting to question his decision from that morning.

After registering their marriage, Alexander sat in the car while his assistant, Kevin Martin, watched him through the rearview mirror, hesitant to speak.

"Spit it out," Alexander said without looking up.

Kevin hesitated before speaking, "Switching your bride from Ms. Dalton to Ms. Hill, won't Mrs. Samantha Sinclair be upset?"

Alexander sneered, "Upset? She's been pushing me to get married. Now that I've done it, why would she be upset?"

Kevin spoke earnestly, "Mrs. Samantha Sinclair has her reasons. Mr. Ethan Sinclair said whoever gives him a grandchild first will get fifty percent of his shares."

"Mrs. Nico Sinclair is already pregnant, but you haven't even gotten married. Of course, Mrs. Samantha Sinclair is anxious."

"Mrs. Samantha Sinclair has always had high hopes for Ms. Dalton, but now you've suddenly changed your fiancé..."

Alexander knew Kevin was worried his mother would be unhappy.

His fingers slid across his tablet as he spoke with a hint of sarcasm, "Don't worry. My mom only cares about those shares. Even if she doesn't want them, she won't let that woman and her son get them."

Kevin fell silent. This was a family matter.

That woman and her son were Ethan's long-time mistress and illegitimate child.

"If Mr. Blake Sinclair gets fifty percent of the shares, it would be a significant threat to you."

Alexander scoffed, "Shares obtained through such means are hard to keep."

"I refuse to use such tactics."

"Then why did you marry Ms. Hill?"