My Supermodel Wife

At 3 pm, the office of the Genesis Company President.

Lilia bought a cup of coffee and went upstairs. Before she got out of the elevator, she calmed her mind. As the doors opened, she was met with two people when she lifted her eyes.

"Sister-in-law, happy Chinese New Year!"

Tom and Alex were standing at the entrance to the elevator.

They turned slightly to the side, and Lilia also walked out of the elevator along the way. "Are you going to leave now?"

Tom is wearing a beige jacket. He straightened his collar and nodded. "We want to go to the airport to pick up Chris, you and Jean come later."

Lilia was confused. But Alex, who was dressed stylishly and attractively, explained with a smile. "We'll have dinner together tonight. You and Jean are long gone and it so happens that everyone is free today. Let's join us!"

"Brother Chris is back?"

Tom answered, "The plane will land in an hour. We'll pick him up first, so see you tonight!"

Lilia smiled casually and saw the two of them enter the elevator.

She didn't notice until the elevator doors closed. She just saw Alex and forgot to ask about Paris Fashion Week.

She thought it wasn't a big deal at first. However, they would meet again in the evening, and it wouldn't be too late for her to ask.

...

A few minutes later, Lilia was greeted by Jean's assistant.

She heard that Jean was going to a meeting, so his assistant let her wait in his room for a while.

Lilia put down her coffee and thanked him. After removing her coat, she glanced over the man's desk and saw the pile of documents.

She walked slowly to the sofa and sat down, holding her cheek in a daze. In this quiet and calm office, Lilia was a little bored.

She thought she'd be waiting a long time, so she took out her phone to find a movie to kill the time.

However, as soon as she was about to choose the movie, the office door opened.

She looked to the side, and in her sight was the figure of a man walking around with a folder in his hand.

"Have you been waiting long?" He asked as he entered the door, and casually placed the folder on the table. After that, he looked at Lilia with a gentle expression.

She stood up, smiled and walked towards him. "Not really, didn't you go to the meeting? Why did it end so early?"

"Kenny is chairing the meeting, I can leave everything to him!"

Obviously, he had noticed her arrival, so he left the meeting early.

Lilia stood slowly in front of him, looked into his deep and warm eyes, then reached out to the table and handed over the coffee cup. "After a busy day, would you like a coffee to charge your energy?"

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, looked down at his wife's movements and looked up a little. He found that her pretty face was smiling and she looked rather pleased.

He took the coffee cup and smiled with his gentle magnetic tone. "My wife is so attentive, do you want something from me?"

This joke made Lilia want to cover up her denial. "Not."

She opened her eyes and said absurdly, but her gaze was a little erratic.

The man did not ignore her radiant expression. As he was taking a sip from the coffee cup, his smiling eyes were fixed on her cheeks.

The sudden silence caused Lilia to scratch her forehead in embarrassment. She glanced at him, pretended to be calm and said, "I saw Tom and Alex in the elevator earlier. They said we were going to have dinner together tonight. Is that right?"

"Yes, do you want to go? Otherwise, let's go home and eat."

"I'd love to!" Lilia's tone was a little anxious. Afraid of being noticed by the man, she quietly turned around and walked over to the sofa. "I haven't seen them in a while, it'll be nice to have dinner together."

She has to go, she hasn't asked Alex about fashion week.

The man leaned on the edge of the table with his legs folded, watching Lilia's figure. His voice was generous and steady as he said, "Can you really not tell me?"

When Lilia walked over to the sofa, she stopped, and a hint of uncertainty appeared on her white cheeks.

She was thinking about how she should speak, but there was already warmth on her back.

"So Mrs. Widjaya plans not to come clean?"

The man surrounded her from behind, and with a sigh, his embrace was filled with affection.

In that case, Lilia wouldn't hesitate anymore. She turned from his embrace, and when they faced off, she bluntly said, "Paris Fashion Week will be held in mid to late February."

As she spoke, her eyes focused on the man's pupils, carefully capturing all of his expressions and reactions.

If Jean didn't approve of her participation, then she might need to discuss it with Alex at this dinner.

She could ignore everyone's moods and preferences, but she couldn't ignore her husband's thoughts.

At that time, the man nodded with good intentions. "I've heard about it."

Lilia blinked. "At the last launch conference for the Van brand, I said I was going to participate in the Paris Fashion Week show, so... I need to go over there as an ambassador."

After speaking, she waited for the man's answer with a well-behaved appearance.

This time it was different, looking at her current physical condition, it was very likely that this idea would be rejected.

However—

"Very well."

Lilia was dumbfounded. "?"

Turns out it's this simple?!

Lilia did countless practices along the way before she decided to talk to him. She thought it would be very difficult to bring down the man's fortress. However... How come he agreed so easily?

Lilia thought it was extraordinary.

She kept glancing and saw the man's unchanging look, she couldn't help but ask again, "Really?"

"Of course!" Jean responded with a smile.

Seeing this, Lilia's heart became clearer.

She pulled the man to the chair, and her cheeks kept stretching upwards from time to time.

Is she thinking too much about it?!

After a while, Lilia forcefully suppressed the doubts in her heart, then hooked the man's fingertips and traced the outline of his joints. "Then ... if you agree, I'll let Harold arrange my travel plans for Fashion Week."

"Good."

The man responded softly, but his drooping eyelids covered the gleam of light in his profound eyes.

At this moment, Lilia finally let go of the burden in her heart.

She pushed through her doubts and pulled out her cell phone to start texting Harold.

Paris Fashion Week will be the second international catwalk of her career.

This is an honor and a glory, she's been looking forward to it.

...

It's half past five in the afternoon.

The man drives himself and takes Lilia to a restaurant. In the car, he plays a soft and beautiful song.

At this time, the sky outside the window grew darker, and as the light of the street lamp passed their way, Lilia could faintly see the reflection of the man's side face from the car's window.

This is exactly the same as before.

"Do you remember when we first had dinner together?"

Hearing this, the man turned his gaze towards her, with his thin lips slightly to the side. "Do you want us to have a private dinner?"

She choked and laughed. "That's not what I mean! You will just ruin our good mood!"

Maybe this song is too beautiful to hear, so when she heard the melodious song again, Lilia's heart rustled in nostalgia.

This song is great...