Evelyn Clark responded with a soft "mm," her expression relaxing slightly. After all, the two of them were officially married. If Henry Carter, as her husband, insisted on consummating the marriage, she really wouldn't know what to do. Although Henry Carter had never brought up this matter in the past month, it had always been a thorn in her heart. Now, having received Henry Carter's promise, she finally felt relieved.

"Second, neither of us is allowed to reveal our marital relationship in front of outsiders, especially at the company..."

Henry Carter agreed even more readily: "Sure!"

Even if Evelyn Clark hadn't said it, Henry Carter wouldn't have exposed it either. Otherwise, his days at the company wouldn't be as carefree as they were now. He had only managed to secure this arrangement after much bargaining with Old Master Qiu—why would he ruin it himself?

"Third, for the sake of protecting women, you'll live on the first floor and I'll live on the second. Unless there's a special situation or I give permission, you're not allowed to enter the second floor..."

Henry Carter chuckled, his gaze sweeping up and down Evelyn Clark's body: "Don't worry, although I'm a normal man and I do like beautiful women, I've never had any perverted hobbies like peeping on women's privacy or forcing anyone... Is there anything else? If so, just say it all at once. I've had a bit to drink and I'm getting sleepy..."

Looking at Henry Carter, who seemed to agree to everything so nonchalantly, Evelyn Clark couldn't help but feel a strange surge of anger. She stood up and said coldly, "One last thing: no matter how you play around or spend your time outside, this is still our home in name. You can stay out all night if you want, but you can't bring other women here..."

Evelyn Clark didn't care about Henry Carter's reaction and quickly walked away. It wasn't until Evelyn Clark's footsteps entered her room and the door closed that Henry Carter finally lay back gently on the sofa and slowly lit a cigarette.

In the dim living room, as the tip of the cigarette flickered, Henry Carter's face was filled with a loneliness that had never appeared before when facing Evelyn Clark...

Chapter 9: Call Me "Husband" and Let Me Hear It

When Henry Carter arrived at the office, it was already close to ten o'clock. However, no one in the office was the least bit surprised by his tardiness. If he ever arrived on time, everyone would probably find it strange.

As soon as Henry Carter sat down and turned on his computer, Grace Foster walked in, looking excited. When she saw Henry Carter, her eyes lit up and she hurried over.

"Brother Yang, I've become a full-time employee!"

Grace Foster sat down next to Henry Carter in high spirits, happily waving the folder in her hand.

Henry Carter casually took the folder from Grace Foster, opened it, and saw that it was a signed and stamped contract for her official employment. He immediately smiled, "They're pretty efficient. Yesterday I asked you to write the report, and today it's all settled..."

He flipped through it, glanced at the salary figure on the contract, and closed the folder with a grin: "Your salary has gone up quite a bit. Now you're a bona fide white-collar OL."

Grace Foster didn't mind at all that Henry Carter looked through her contract. Instead, she looked delighted, took the folder back, and playfully tapped Henry Carter's shoulder with it, pouting, "All you know how to do is tease me."

Henry Carter chuckled, glanced at the cheerful and radiant Grace Foster, and joked with a smile, "Good things make people happy. You look even prettier than usual today."

Grace Foster's face was beaming, and she actually looked very much in agreement: "Yeah, yeah, I think so too. Oh right, Brother Yang, let me treat you to dinner tonight."

Henry Carter nodded without hesitation: "Sure, free food and a pretty lady to look at—how could I refuse such a good thing?"

Being praised by Henry Carter to her face, Grace Foster felt a little embarrassed: "I'm not much of a beauty. Our boss is the real beauty—young, gorgeous, with unmatched poise, and so smart and capable. She's simply the perfect woman, a goddess..."

Henry Carter couldn't help but laugh: "Why compare yourself to her? She's cold as ice, never smiles, like a refrigerator. I actually think you're much better than her—youthful, energetic, young and pretty, and just looking at you makes people happy..."

Grace Foster quickly tugged on Henry Carter's arm and whispered, "Keep your voice down! You can't talk about the boss like that. If someone hears, you'll be in trouble... Besides, the boss is so beautiful. If she weren't a bit aloof and authoritative, how could she establish her authority in the company? My dream is to become a woman like President Qiu..."

Seeing Grace Foster looking so full of longing and admiration, Henry Carter could only shake his head helplessly. He hadn't expected that his own wife was so perfect in other people's eyes. But for him, facing such a strong and icy woman every day was pure suffering—especially since this ice queen always looked at him with wariness and disdain...

Grace Foster noticed Henry Carter's helpless expression and said with a giggle, "President Qiu is so beautiful—she's the number one goddess in the hearts of all the male employees in our company. I don't believe you don't have a crush on her..."

Henry Carter shrugged: "You can't eat beauty..."

Grace Foster's eyes sparkled as she leaned closer to Henry Carter and teased in a low voice, "Why do I feel like you're just saying that because you can't have her?"