My Ascetic Husband, a Snake in Disguise

Charles's thoughts played in my mind. "Other guys better than me? No way! They are hitting on her."

He suited up and went to work.

I blinked, not knowing where he had got that idea. I wasn't meeting anyone.

Nevertheless, I had to swing by the company and stake my claim. I couldn't let the media keep spinning lies about my man.

More importantly, I had to confirm if he really liked me, as his thoughts suggested.

I grabbed a random file from my desk, muttered something about needing to discuss investments, and headed to the wardrobe to select clothes.

My mom called, asking, "Sweetheart, you're going to that gala with Charles, right?"

"Yeah." I nodded absently, choosing a hip-hugging skirt.

"Keep it discreet if you're playing around," she teased.

I nearly dropped the phone. My reputation was going down in flames.

"Mom, I'm innocent."

"Fine, fine. I'm heading there, too. Catch you later."

I rarely visited Charles's office and wondered how he'd react. As my car pulled up to the building, his inner voice returned, suggesting that Charles was nearby.

"Miss her so much. When is this day gonna end? This intern assistant is a total klutz, spilling coffee all over me and trying to strip my shirt off. What a pervert!"

"What? Someone made a move on my man?" I stormed through the glass doors, flashing a quick smile at the receptionist, and charged toward the CEO's private elevator.

I strode to his office, but his assistant popped up in front of me, his face tight with nerves. "Mrs. Hatcher? What brings you here at this hour?"

I narrowed my eyes. "I'm here for Charles. Is he in his office?"

"Uh, Mr. Hatcher is tied up in a meeting. You'll need to wait a bit," William Turner replied, darting a guilty glance back at the office door.

"I'll wait inside," I said, brushing past him.

"How about the lounge? Mr. Hatcher is still..." he tried again.

Before he could finish, a sultry voice floated out of the office. "Mr. Hatcher, why don't you take that shirt off? I'll take it home and wash it for you."