Vivian was startled, turned to stare at Ashton doubtfully, it seemed to want to find out from the man even a trace of the traces of a joke.
But no.
The man’s eyes always stayed in the building blocks, so she cannot see his look. But his words fell into her ears.
“I will set you free so that you can have your own job and friends like a normal person, but you cannot tell the truth that we are married, still less reveal any relationship between you and me.”
“You…” Vivian hesitated to speak. A mobile phone smashed over.
“This will be your new phone from now on.”
In the following days, Vivian quickly withdrew from the Bradley Family where she had been imprisoned for two years, and lived in the home of Lottie for a few days, until Ashton called in anger and warned her that she would not be allowed to stay outside.
Vivian went back in despondent manner.
Asshole, he only can hold her brother to ransom.
Living in the home for a few days, Vivian realized a serious problem finally. Although the relationship between two people eased a little bit because of the regression of Ashton, the two years of mutual torture left a deep imprint in the mind. As long as two people coexisted in a room, they would feel embarrassed…
So, Vivian boldly made the second decision and moved to the guest room to sleep.
Because of this decision, Ashton’s face had been ugly for a week.
Unaware of Ashton’s subtle mood shift, she was now confidently looking for a job, first searching online and then interviewing house by house.
But things were not as rosy as she had imagined.
Two years in prison by Ashton had left her two years out of touch with this rapidly developing society, which meant that the theoretical knowledge she learned in the ivory tower two years ago was useless in front of interviewers.
Vivian dragged her tired pace home. She did not deliberately avoid Ashton sitting on the sofa in the living room reading. She was tired to fall on the sofa and did not move for a long time.
“A stupid woman like you shouldn’t go out and get a job and be rejected again.” She heard the man’s voice gloating.
Vivian lifted her heavy eyelids, said weakly, “If it not for you, I would have a job now.”
Ashton squinted. The small wild cat had a sharp tongue now, unexpectedly she dared to talk back with him.
He stood up calmly, pressed on Vivian’s body, with his fingers slowly drifting on her thin clothes, spitting out the breath that made Vivian’s ear root itch.
“How long has it been since you did not fulfill your duties as a wife?”
The man’s deep magnetic voice made the heart of Vivian shiver. She almost sat up instantly. Her face flashed a trace of imperceptible tension and panic.
“You said you’d stop pushing me.”
Ashton smiled. “I’m not forcing you,” he said. “We’re making a trade, aren’t we?”
“I refuse!” Vivian put on an attitude of refusal.
“The refusal is invalid.” Ashton said and pounced on her.
“Aah, you bastard!”
“What are you barking at?”
Finally, Ashton only dropped a fleeting kiss on her forehead and went back to his room.
Vivian covered her lips, staring blankly at the back of the tall figure entering the room, with her cheek flushed.
…
The next day, Vivian nervously walked out of the interview room. It was embarrassed for her to compete with a fresh graduate two or three years younger than her for the same job. When HR asked her what she had done two years after graduation, she was almost ready to dig into the ground.
What kind of job? What about serving that stinking man?
In the end, she could only put her attitude at the bottom like other graduates, saying that if given this chance, she would study and work hard and never let them down.
When she walked out of the interview room, she knew it was over. HR looked at her with suspicion and distrust. It was obvious that her two-year blank resume after graduation had not left a good impression on the HR who had read numerous people.
She sat on a bench outside the office and sighed wearily.
…
Conference room of Heyday Media.
Several HRs were discussing the people applied for a job. A middle-aged man in glasses pulled out Vivian’s resume.
“Vivian Woods, 24, graduated from A University major in Chinese literature two years ago, with no work experience – how dare she send her resume to Heyday Media. Did the girl now think that the job was easy to be found?”
Then he threw her resume in the trash.
They got hundreds and thousands of resumes a day, and there was really nothing to stand out about it.
However, the glassman failed to throw the resume into the trash can, because the big boss walked into the conference room and took away the resume he had disparaged halfway. He turned over it. His usually cold eyes showed a faint smile.
“Tell her to come to work tomorrow.”