A Sweet Night The CEO Loves His Wife Ardently

Raymond did not hear her answer and did not continue to order. "Why aren't you speaking?"

Veronica pulled a long face and said angrily, "Baked fish? I'll jump into the oven myself. Then you can just bake me."

Raymond stared at her face for three seconds with a smile in his eyes.

"Veronica."

"What are you doing?" Her face was a little hot under his gaze, and she deliberately used a fierce tone to hide the panic in her heart.

As he looked at Veronica in front of him, all of a sudden, in Raymond's mind, Veronica's face overlapped with the image in his memory.

Seventeen years ago, Raymond went to an alley for some reason. At that time, there was a sound coming from an old building next to him. The building suddenly collapsed. In the building, he saw a little girl standing there in a daze. He rushed in without thinking, wanting to take the scared girl away.

However, unfortunately, the little girl was pressed under the stone slabs with him. After they were rescued, the little girl fainted.

At that time, the little girl kept saying the names of the dishes to hide her fear.

Raymond stared blankly at Veronica in front of him. He subconsciously glanced at the mole on the back of Veronica's neck and was even more certain that the woman in front of him was the little girl he had saved seventeen years ago.

The corners of his mouth curled into a meaningful smile.

Because Raymond suddenly laughed, Veronica looked puzzled, and she felt a chill. "You... What are you laughing at?"

Raymond let out a soft sigh.

It turned out that this world was so small. He said with a smile, "Tomorrow, I'll take you to a place."

To a place?

"Where is it?" Veronica looked at him in confusion.

Raymond revealed a mysterious expression and teased in a rare good mood, "Guess!"

Veronica fell silent. She rolled her eyes and was too lazy to guess.

Anyway, it could not be a good place.

At 12:15, Raymond had already taken Veronica to the entrance of University A. Veronica was about to get out of the car when Raymond grabbed her wrist to prevent her. "I'm getting out of the car. What's wrong? Is there anything else?"

Raymond glanced at the gate of University A. "I'll wait for you nearby. Call me when you're done. I'll pick you up."

"No need." Veronica thought about it for a moment. "Besides, I don't know what the matter is yet. I don't know when I will be done. I can take a taxi back to the company myself." "Beef stew and spaghetti," Raymond said coldly. "When you come out, you will see these."

Veronica was stunned. It was already lunchtime. When Raymond said this, her mouth was overflowing with saliva, and her stomach was growling. Veronica swallowed her saliva and stared at Raymond. "I wan spaghetti with seafood."

"OK!" Raymond raised his eyebrows slightly as he answered.

"Then I will come out as soon as possible," Veronica said quickly. She opened the car door and got out. Before she closed the door, she did not forget to remind him, "Don't forget to bring me beef stew and spaghetti with seafood."

With that, Veronica walked to the gate of University A.

It was almost winter break, and most of the students were studying at school to prepare for the exams. There were very few people at the entrance of the school, but the guard was still there. Veronica's grades had always been excellent. She was outstanding in the Foreign Language Department and won many awards on behalf of the school. Therefore, the guard knew Veronica. When he saw Veronica, he called out to her warmly, "Hello, Veronica."

"Hello!" Veronica nodded politely.

"I heard that you worked part-time in the translation office. You didn't work today?"

"The department director called me and asked me to come to school," Veronica explained.

"I see. I'll open the gate for you. Come in quickly."

"Thank you!"

After Veronica entered the school gate, Raymond's car was still waiting at the gate. Veronica looked back, waved at the car, and then left. When Veronica turned to leave, the black car also left the school gate.

...

Veronica entered the school and smelled the refreshing air.

After passing by the fountain and a building, Veronica walked directly to the position given by the department director, entered the elevator, and went up to the ninth floor.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

On the ninth floor, there were offices of the school leaders. Because the students were all preparing for exams, the building was very quiet, and Veronica could only hear her footsteps.

Arriving at the principal's office, Veronica carefully checked her clothes, making sure that there was no problem with her dress before knocking on the door of the office.

"Come in!" A male voice floated out from the office.

Veronica took a deep breath before pushing the door open nervously. As she entered, she nodded in greeting. "Hello, Mr. Crane!"

However, when Veronica entered the office, she saw the principal Gerardo Crane, the department director Wesley Rowland, Jackson, and Jackson's assistant.

Jackson and Veronica were both stunned to see each other.

Gerardo's hair was white, and he was almost bald. The sunlight shone in from outside the window, making his bald head even brighter. Veronica did not dare to look directly at Gerardo's face, afraid that she would keep staring at his bald head.

"You must be Veronica, right?" Gerardo asked.

"Yes," Veronica hurriedly replied.

Wesley stood up, pulled a chair, and faced Veronica. "Veronica, take a seat."

Veronica was a little flattered and nodded. "Mr. Rowland, I can do it myself. Please sit down."

"Veronica has contributed a lot to our department, and the school is proud of you." Wesley was a typical scholarly man with a refined temperament. He was very polite.

"Thank you, Mr. Rowland."

"Wesley is telling the truth. You won many awards for our school. And someone appointed you as the translator," Gerardo said with a gratified expression.

Veronica thought, 'Someone appointed me as the translator?'

Back then, Shirley became famous because she was appointed as the translator outside the school and performed well. Later, she became a diplomatic translator. Now, Shirley was a diplomat. Was this the so-called "special honor" that Wesley had mentioned yesterday?

"Me?" Veronica pointed at her nose in surprise.

"Yes," Gerardo smiled at Jackson. "The person who appointed you is Mr. Comte."

Jackson had been staring at Veronica ever since she entered the room. He didn't say a word, and his face was full of disbelief.

"Mr. Comte, you have good taste. Veronica is the best student in our Foreign Language Department," Gerardo said with a smile. Jackson's expression was a bit ugly.