I Was His Substitute Bride Chapter 46
I flexed my aching wrist. Saved the document. Said flatly, “This is nothing.”
The circles wouldn’t dare give me cases openly. But hiring me as a ghostwriter was cheap and high-quality. Harder work, but it still paid decently.
Turning to look at the dejected Spencer, I ruffled his hair. “It’s okay. I come home and seeing you makes me happy. And you’ve been taking such good care of the house. A cleaning service would cost me a hundred bucks an hour. Think of all the money you’re saving me.”
Spencer’s tears turned to laughter. “So I should just become a cleaner?”
I frowned. “Absolutely not.”
Amidst the laughter, Spencer received a message. He jumped up, thrilled. “I got a job offer.”
My heart, however, sank. The Prescott family’s blacklisting was vicious. What company would dare send him an offer?
The next day, Spencer came home, drained. He’d been assigned ten times the normal workload. Finish or get out.
I frowned. “Spencer, if it’s too much, just quit.”
Spencer slapped his thigh. “No way. Isn’t this just deliberate hazing? I’m going to finish it just to show my parents. I, Spencer Prescott, am a Yale graduate. I’m no worse than anyone else.”
Seeing the fiery determination blazing in his eyes, I felt a bit dazed.
Couldn’t help the corners of my mouth lifting. A smile broke through.
Spencer and I got married not long after getting together. And then the whole Blair situation slowly drove us apart.
Husband and wife in name, but our understanding of each other wasn’t actually that deep.
But this recent hardship, these days squeezed together in a rental, had deepened my understanding of him.
So he could endure such bitterness. So resilient. Far more captivating than I’d ever thought. Making me like him more and more.
Spencer flashed a sly grin. “The more my parents try to make things difficult for us, the better our relationship gets. If they knew, they’d be so pissed.”
I grunted an agreement.
Sure enough, Spencer relied on his own ability. Gradually adapted to his boss’s hazing.
But a few days later, the police showed up at the door. Showed their badges. “Hello. You are suspected of stealing company secrets and causing significant financial loss. Please come with us.”
