To Make My Wife Not Hating Me

“Timothea! Who is this man?” Elmer felt as if his entire body was about to break.

He threw himself over and sobbed uncontrollably.

“Timothea, is this what you said about forgetting Bond and planning to live with me? If you really had forgotten him, why would you have found a replacement?”

“Elmer, stop it.”

Timothea frowned and stopped Elmer’s movements. “He’s just my new personal assistant. He has nothing to do with Bond.”

But Elmer wouldn’t believe anything she said. “You’re both hugging each other now and you still dare to claim innocence? Timothea, you heartless person, have you forgotten when you were lying in bed with leukemia, with no one paying attention and I was the only one taking care of you? I knew you’d never forgotten Bond all these years!”

“Elmer!” Timothea frowned fiercely. “That’s enough. He was just feeling unwell and I was just supporting him. Nothing happened between us. Don’t let your imagination run wild. The wedding will go on as planned next month.”

Soon, a private doctor arrived to see Harper.

“Ms. Johnston, Mr. Heath is overworked and needs to rest.”

So, Timothea gave him a week off.

Harper didn’t have a place to live to begin with and as a personal assistant, he’d been living in the nanny’s quarters on the first floor of the villa.

Especially since he hadn’t been working these past few days and had been living in the villa every day, Elmer was practically gnashing his teeth. That day, while Timothea was away, Elmer stared at him coldly. “Harper, right? I’ve researched you. You’re just a cleaner. Timothea hired you as her personal assistant out of pity. If you think you can replace me this way, then give up on it!”

Elmer deliberately pulled out a wedding photo of Timothea and me and waved it in front of Harper with a sneer.

“Do you think you bear a resemblance to the man in the photo? I’ll tell you straight up, my wife hates the man in the photo. She only keeps you around because you look like him and wants to take revenge on him. If you had any sense, you’d get out of here.”

Harper kept his head down, his emotions unreadable; only a muffled tone could be heard, “Got it.”

Elmer even had someone write a resignation letter on the spot and had Harper give it to Timothea.

When he took the resignation letter to the study, Harper saw Timothea, drunk once again and lay lost in thought on the lounge chair in the study.

She stared blankly at a pendant on the wall.

She glanced at it and immediately recognized it as a worthless street vendor item.

How could Timothea, a billionaire CEO, even care for such a cheap item?

Before he could ask, Timothea spoke up. “This was given to me by Bond. I was broke back then. He’d been dating me since I was 18. He said that as long as I had this God of Wealth pennis pendant, I’d become a millionaire.”

Timothea’s face flickered with a wry smile.