Flash Marriage With Mr. Sheffield: Go Away, Cheap Man!-Chapter 93: Silas Sheffield Clings to His Wife, Following Her Everywhere
The weather in Ardendale is great, with clear skies and a gentle breeze.
Clara stepped out of the car and saw that Silas Sheffield had already gotten out.
The man’s figure was tall and sharp, dressed in black clothes and pants, his long legs striding with fierce steps, even his back view was so attractive.
Clara couldn’t help but take a few extra seconds to look.
Julian Hawthorne suddenly spoke: "Let’s go."
Clara retracted her gaze and followed Julian Hawthorne’s steps.
When they reached the front desk, Zachary Lynch had just completed the check-in process. Seeing them approach, Zachary Lynch announced: "The company’s travel policy only covers a standard room, but the president, considering your hard work on this business trip, specifically instructed me to upgrade you to an executive suite."
After saying this, Zachary Lynch’s gaze fleetingly skimmed over Clara’s face with a polite smile.
Julian Hawthorne paused, further convinced of his thoughts.
Silas Sheffield, indeed, has feelings for Clara Sterling.
He remained calm, nodded slightly, and said, "The president is considerate."
Anabelle Spencer beside him shook Clara’s arm back and forth, smiling brightly.
"Wow! President Sheffield is really awesome, my angel boss!"
Clara smiled, but in her heart she wondered if Silas Sheffield was being a bit too showy.
First upgrading the flight and now the suite, and right in front of Anabelle Spencer and Julian Hawthorne.
After they upgraded to the executive suite, the hotel had dedicated staff to help with the luggage.
Clara handed her small suitcase to the uniformed bellhop and politely said, "Thank you."
The executive suite is on the ninth floor.
Anabelle Spencer and Clara stayed together, while Julian Hawthorne had a room to himself.
The room was spacious, with great views and lighting; looking down through the window, one could see the hotel’s back garden and pool.
Upon entering the room, Anabelle Spencer tossed her bag aside and lay on the bed with a long sigh.
"Ah—comfy!"
Anabelle Spencer lay down and closed her eyes, "I went to bed late last night, had to get up early today, couldn’t sleep well on the plane, I’m exhausted. Clara, I’ll nap for a bit; call me when we need to go."
Clara: "Okay."
The exhibition starts tomorrow morning, with a lunch meeting scheduled.
Julian Hawthorne arranged to meet with the general manager of a technology company in Ardendale to discuss cooperation.
Clara and Anabelle Spencer would both attend.
Silas Sheffield messaged on the phone.
[Lunch together? Come to my room.]
Silas Sheffield wasn’t aware that she had plans with Julian Hawthorne for lunch.
[I have plans for lunch, need to go meet the partners with President Hawthorne.]
Silas Sheffield: [Just you and him?]
Clara: [Assistant Spencer is coming too.]
Silas Sheffield: [Location.]
Clara searched for the restaurant name and sent him the details.
The restaurant was only one kilometer from the hotel.
Clara obediently reported: [In private room 5 on the third floor.]
Ten minutes later, Julian Hawthorne messaged Clara, saying it was time to leave.
Clara woke Anabelle Spencer, and they went downstairs together.
Julian Hawthorne had called a car.
Anabelle Spencer proactively opened the front passenger door, saying, "I get carsick, let me sit up front."
Clara opened the back door for Julian Hawthorne: "President Hawthorne, please."
Julian Hawthorne sat inside, followed by Clara.
Clara consciously maintained some distance from Julian Hawthorne; both sat in the back seat, but Clara sat by the window, leaving space between them for at least two more people.
Anabelle Spencer up front, with a mind for gossip, occasionally glanced back through the rearview mirror.
Unfortunately, she saw Clara and Julian Hawthorne sitting far apart.
Anabelle Spencer pursed her lips; President Hawthorne, couldn’t you be a bit more proactive?
Why be so reserved when pursuing a girl, you’re not a young lady anymore.
Anabelle Spencer thought about it, realizing that her role as a "divine wingwoman" has a long way to go.
Restaurant private room.
The partners had already arrived, with two people on their side.
A general manager and a deputy general manager.
Julian Hawthorne’s group entered, and the other party stood up, smiling and greeting Julian Hawthorne.
The suited general manager cheerfully extended his hand to Julian Hawthorne, "President Hawthorne."
Julian Hawthorne extended his hand for a handshake, "President Sullivan, sorry to keep you waiting."
President Sullivan introduced the woman beside him, "Let me introduce, this is Sylvia Yeats, Deputy General Manager of our company and also the daughter of our Chairman Yeats."
Julian Hawthorne nodded, reaching out to shake hands with Sylvia Yeats, "President Yeats."
Sylvia Yeats looked to be in her twenties, with an oval face, distinct features, soft black hair cascading over her shoulders, a light purple blouse paired with a deep purple short skirt, her figure curvaceous, a beauty indeed.
While shaking hands with Julian Hawthorne, Sylvia Yeats felt her heart flutter.
She had long heard of President Hawthorne’s outstanding looks and gentlemanly demeanor, and indeed, seeing is believing.
The man stood upright and tall, in a crisp dark blue tailored suit, with excellent body proportions, broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs.
His eyes, resembling beautiful peach blossom, were warm with a smile, with a high nose bridge and a small black mole on the side of his nose, lips slightly curved into a smile, giving a feeling of spring breeze.
Sylvia Yeats was completely captivated.
Julian Hawthorne was even more handsome than the top male celebrities she had seen in the entertainment industry.
Sylvia Yeats, a fan of good looks, had long heard about the handsome Presidents Silas Sheffield and Julian Hawthorne of Sheffield Group but had not met them before.
Knowing her company was to collaborate with Sheffield Group and that Julian Hawthorne would be visiting today, she coaxed her father, Victor Yeats, into letting her come to see Julian Hawthorne.
Victor Yeats spoiled Sylvia Yeats, thinking Julian Hawthorne was talented, young, and accomplished, quite a match for his daughter.
If Julian Hawthorne took a liking to his beloved daughter, it would surely be a good thing.
Thus, he agreed to let Sylvia Yeats accompany the company’s general manager today.
"These are my assistants," Julian Hawthorne introduced Clara and Anabelle Spencer, "Assistant Sterling and Assistant Spencer."
Sylvia Yeats had been preoccupied with looking at Julian Hawthorne and hadn’t noticed the two assistants behind him.
Now that Julian Hawthorne was introducing them, she finally saw Anabelle Spencer.
"Anabelle!" Sylvia Yeats blurted out.
Anabelle Spencer smiled, "Sylvia."
"Do you know each other?" Julian Hawthorne glanced sideways.
"We do," Anabelle Spencer nodded, only acknowledging their acquaintance without saying more.
She hadn’t told her family about working at Sheffield Group yet.
Her father only knew she went out to work, unaware of the company; her family assumed she was merely experiencing work life as a pastime.
No one knew she genuinely intended to work diligently and meet new friends.
"Anabelle, why are you..." Sylvia Yeats’ eyes flashed with confusion, wanting to ask why Anabelle Spencer had gone to Sheffield Group as a minor assistant.
Anabelle Spencer signaled her with a look, indicating not to ask.
Sylvia Yeats wisely stopped her query.
Everyone sat down.
Julian Hawthorne sat, Anabelle Spencer and Clara Sterling on either side.
Sylvia Yeats fell for Julian Hawthorne at first sight.
She really wanted to go sit next to Julian Hawthorne, but she restrained herself.
Girls should be reserved.
This was only their first meeting; being overly eager would be odd.
She returned to her original seat.
Everyone was ready to order.
Suddenly, the door to the private room opened, and Silas Sheffield walked in, followed by Zachary Lynch.
Julian Hawthorne’s gaze paused, glancing at Silas Sheffield, then retracting and looking at Clara Sterling nearby.
Julian Hawthorne’s lips pressed lightly; the warm smile in his eyes vanished.
"President Sheffield." Julian Hawthorne stood up to greet.
President Sullivan hurriedly stood as well, looking both flattered and surprised, "President Sheffield, why did you come in person?"
President Sullivan pulled out a chair, respectfully inviting Silas Sheffield, "President Sheffield, please sit. Had I known you’d come, I would have gone downstairs to welcome you."
Silas Sheffield, with a cold expression, glanced at Clara Sterling seated beside Julian Hawthorne opposite, his deep eyes betraying no emotion.
He withdrew his gaze, sat down, and said in a calm voice, "Here to discuss cooperation."
