Love After Marriage: Mr. Lancaster's Hidden Wife

Chapter 39 My Treat

Elliot Taylor raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw Yvonne's face. "Oh, what a coincidence!”

"Indeed.” Yvonne smiled, "I didn't expect to meet you here, Mr. Taylor."

"Likewise! It turns out that you were the one sent by the Lancaster Group!” Elliot went up to her.

"Yes," Yvonne nodded, then finally reacted to the situation and hung her mouth open in surprise. "Don't tell me you're the CEO of the Taylor Group?!” 2

Elliot gave her a sultry smile, "Why don't you give it a guess?"

"I think you should be," Yvonne rubbed her nose and smiled embarrassedly.

What was there to guess?

Taylor Group and Elliot Taylor. Only an idiot couldn't tell with such an obvious hint.

"Correct, but there's no reward for you!" Elliot teased her, then offered his hand. "Let me reintroduce myself. I'm Elliot Taylor, CEO of the Taylor Group!"

Worried that her palm would be sweaty, Yvonne nervously wiped her hand on her back before cautiously accepting the handshake. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Taylor. I'm Yvonne Frey, secretary to the Lancaster Group's CEO.”

Elliot chuckled at her nervousness. "Relax, I don't bite. Besides, we're already acquainted with each other. Let's just get along like ordinary friends.”

"That's a different case," Yvonne shook her head. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Elliot grew interested, "How so?"

"Our statuses, of course. I'll have to conduct myself appropriately due to our different statuses. Mr. Taylor, you're the CEO of the Taylor Group and that means you are my superior. Not only that, but I’ve also come a s a representative of the Lancaster Group to discuss a collaboration this time so I can’t forgo formalities," Yvonne straightened her back and spoke earnestly.

Elliot was even more amused by her seriousness. A trace of unknown emotion flashed across his almond-shaped eyes. "Fine, I'll address you as Miss Frey then. Please have a seat, Miss Frey.” 1

"Thank you, Mr. Taylor." Yvonne thanked him and sat down opposite him.

Elliot stared at her with his beautiful almond-shaped eyes and it made Yvonne feel uncomfortable.

"Is there something on my face, Mr. Taylor?" Yvonne raised her hand and touched her face.

"Not at all."

"Then what are you..."

"I just can’t stop staring at a cutie like you, Miss Frey."

Yvonne was caught unprepared by Elliot's compliment. Her heart skipped a beat and her cheeks were instantly tinted red. "C-Cutie...?!"

Why did she feel as though he was flirting with her?

"Yeah. Don’t you think you're a cutie, Miss Frey?" Elliot's eyes crinkled slightly.

Yvonne almost choked on her saliva. "I’ve never really cared about my looks."

She never thought that she was cute, and no one ever told her that she was good-looking. She only occasionally received one or two compliments about being a delicate lady. 1

Elliot was the first person to tell her that she was cute.

"Trust me, Miss Frey. You're really a cutie." Elliot crossed his long legs.

"Ahem." Yvonne cleared her throat and quickly changed the subject, “Let's talk about business, Mr. Taylor."

She took out the flash drive from her bag, then placed i t on the table and pushed it toward Elliot. “Inside are the materials that our CEO has asked me to bring over. He has made some amendments, so if Mr. Taylor thinks it's fine after checking them, you may come to the Lancaster Group to discuss the signing of the contract tomorrow."

"I'm not in a hurry for that." Elliot glanced at the flash drive but didn't pick it up. Instead, he leaned closer forward to Yvonne while rubbing his chin. "Can I ask you a question, Miss Frey?"

Yvonne wasn't used to other men being so close to her and subconsciously leaned backward. "Please go on, M r. Taylor."

"The CEO of the Lancaster Group is your husband, right? The one I met at the police station last time."

"Yes, that's him," Yvonne replied.

There was nothing to deny about it.

After all, Henry was the one who told Elliot that he was her husband at the entrance of the police station last time.

Elliot suddenly lifted his chin. "Since Mr. Lancaster is your husband, why have I never heard about your marriage?"

"Err..." Yvonne bit her lower lip, not knowing how to answer.

Elliot squinted his almond-shaped eyes. "Was it something I shouldn't have asked? If it is, then forget i t. I'm just a little curious."

"Not really," Yvonne gave him a small smile. "It's just that our marriage is quite a complicated matter.

You've never heard of it because the Lancaster family didn't announce it. Even the wedding back then was closed off to the public.”

“Oh, I see." Elliot poured himself a cup of coffee. "The

Lancaster family is really secretive as usual."

Yvonne agreed with him completely. "That's quite true. I've been married to the Lancaster family for three years, and even I don't know the family very well."

"Oh?" Elliot raised his eyebrow with a profound look i n his eyes. "You must be joking. How can you not know the family well as Mrs. Lancaster?"

Yvonne shook her head.

"So the social networks and influences of the Lancaster family are mysteries to you too?"

Yvonne continued shaking her head.

"What a position for you to be in..." Elliot took a sip of his coffee and fell silent, i

Yvonne watched him silently, unable to shake off the strange feelings she got from his questions. She had a feeling that Elliot was trying to find out something from her, but she couldn't quite put a finger on it.

With that thought in mind, Yvonne changed her tone again. "Well then, please read through the materials, M r. Taylor. I still need to report back to the office."

"Alright, I’ll look through them first. Let's go to my office.” Elliot set the coffee cup down and picked up the flash drive.

"Sure," Yvonne stood up and followed behind him.

Elliot’s office was very spacious. Unlike Henry, he opted for a lavish interior design rather than a minimalistic design. The overall impression that his office gave off was that he was very wealthy.

Yvonne didn't really fancy this type of office. After taking one look around the room, she just sat unmoving on the sofa with little interest in her surroundings.

Half an hour later, Elliot closed his notebook after going through the materials. "I'm done, Miss Frey."

Yvonne went over to him. "So what do you think of it, Mr. Taylor?"

"Mr. Lancaster has a very good business vision. I'm very satisfied with the changes he made and I agree with his terms." Elliot returned the flash drive to her.

Yvonne accepted it and stashed it away in her bag." Noted. I will relay that to our CEO."

"Wait." Elliot grabbed her by the arm.

Yvonne frowned and calmly retracted her arm. "Is there anything else, Mr. Taylor?"

"It's noon already. How about having lunch together?" he suggested.

Yvonne initially wanted to refuse, but suddenly remembered about receiving help from him the other day.

"Sure, but it'll be my treat, Mr. Taylor."

"Your treat?" The corners of Elliot's lips lifted.

Yvonne smiled slightly, "Yes. I promised to treat you t o a meal when you helped me out last time. This is the perfect opportunity."

"Oh, so you remembered.”

"It’s been on my mind all this while, but I've been too busy lately to get in touch with you,” Yvonne scratched her head.

"I'm fine with that. But I have to warn you, I'm not cheap.” Elliot winked at her. The mole under the corner of his eye made him seem even more charming and seductive.

Yvonne was stunned for a few seconds. By the time she came back to her senses, her face was burning. "N o problem, I still have some money."

How awful of her to be gaping at a man.

Elliot was really the best-looking man she had ever laid eyes on.

Even so, she still preferred the cool and masculine type like Henry.

"Where are we eating?" Elliot asked while putting on his coat.

Yvonne pondered for a moment, "Is seafood okay?"

"You're the one paying, so it's your call!" Elliot smiled a ther.

His smile was too dazzling. Yvonne had to quickly look away. "Seafood then."

After leaving the Taylor Group's building, both of them found a relatively high-end seafood restaurant.

During their meal, Yvonne managed to understand Elliot a bit more. She realized that aside from being an occasional flirt, he was actually very good at taking care of others.

Not only that, but he was also a very knowledgeable person and a good conversationalist! Yvonne didn't have to worry about any awkward silence when she was with him and she had quite a lot of fun hanging out with him.

Brrr!

Her phone suddenly buzzed in her bag.