Divorced but Delighted
Chapter 221

Chapter 221 Bitterness

There was a photo on the phone taken recently, where Jaquan and Cierra were talking.

Laura had took a lot of photos secretly and was sharing them with Wanda with a gossipy face.

While talking she kept scrolling through the photos on her phone.

"Wanda, I heard that you've been around Mr. Barton for seven years. Do you know this beautiful lady? What's her relationship with him?"

That was an ingenious camera angle, just showing the side of their faces.

The man in suit raised his hand and was touching the lady's head. His face was beaming with a gentle smile, and that doting look in his eyes which was hard to be overlooked.

Whoever saw it would rave that it looked exactly like a touching scene in an idol drama.

Even Wanda couldn't help but stare blankly at these photos.

They were really a perfect match for each other.

"By the way, this beautiful lady looks so familiar. Just like a female celebrity. Have I seen her on the

Internet?"

Other staff in Mr. Barton's office were attracted by Laura too.

Some of them were holding the fried chestnuts that Cierra had bought, leaning against Wanda's desk, chewing and chatting.

Hearing this, Laura nodded and said, "I seem to remember..."

Suddenly she widened her eyes and pointed at the side of Cierra's face in shock.

"I remember. The lady seems to be the sister of Landen Birley, the award-winning actor! Have you read the news of the car accident today? A has-been A-lister charged into pedestrians on the street indiscriminately. I heard that she was the one who s*atched this pretty lady's ex-husband.”

"Ah? Really?!"

"So Mr. Barton sort of saved the beautiful lady, ex-wife of the Trevino Group in New York? But she

married once. I don't think she is good enough for Mr. Barton."

"Not good enough? Look at her grace and look. Moreover, ex-wife of the the Trevino family in New York, sister of Landen Birley, the award-winning actor. She must have an extraordinary background. A perfect match for Mr. Barton who has a child and old. Besides, look at the expression

in Mr. Barton's eyes. We don't need to worry about them."

They kept on chatting about Jaquan's marriage, and that gave Wanda a big headache.

Finally she snapped and interrupted them coldly.

"Do you have nothing to do, or are your leaders too lax? Aren't you afraid of being caught gossiping about Mr. Barton openly in the office?"

As soon as she stopped, the surroundings instantly fell silent.

Although Wanda was not their immediate superior, but as the most experienced person in Mr. Barton's office, she had worked for him for many years. So everyone still held her in awe. No one dared to

loaf off and gossip, and they all went back to work.

Couldn't chat face to face, so they started a group chat online.

Wanda was also added to the group.

It was not her main account, but a personal account she used to transfer files or as a memo.

Mr. Barton's Office was connected to all the other departments of the company. Sometimes, there would be some social activities. Her friend, the marketing manager, told her in private not to be too serious. Otherwise, her subordinates wouldn not be able to enjoy the activities and consider them

formalism.

She didn't expect that they didn't know it was her account, less so that these little girls would be so gossipy.

Just as she was about to open the mute notifications, and close the chat box, her hand suddenly

stopped.

[F*ck! Why is an assistant so domineering? Clinging to Mr. Barton all day long and he didn't even look at her. Besides the atmosphere in our office is so good, and it's not like we're just chatting and doing nothing. Why is she so fierce?]

Probably because they were gossiping, the group was in an anonymous mode, so nobody knew who

was speaking.

But there was no doubt that Wanda was the one being roasted.

People tended to be particularly curious about what other people think of them. Wanda was no exception.

So she didn't close the chat box and quietly watched what they were going to say.

[Calm down. Laura was too reckless to show the photo of Mr. Barton and that beautiful lady to Wanda who has a crush on Mr. Barton for so many years. How can she see this? If it were me, I wouldn't be able to see it too!]

[Even if she has a crush on him for years, so what? Mr. Barton only orders her around like she's a cow. Look at her wrinkles from working overtime every day. Yet she still clings to Mr. Barton. Poor thing.]

[She should look at herself, dressing like a nun all day long. Of course Mr. Barton doesn't like her. Besides her countrified wardrobe, she is as serious as a school dean. Who wants a motherlike wife? In my opinion, even those egomaniacs in our company won't like her, let alone Mr. Barton!]

"Anyway, is Mr. Barton really gonna marry the ex-wife of the Trevino Group? But she is indeed the first lady whom Mr. Barton has brought into his office, and old Mr. Barton was there too. Also, Mr. Barton's son seems to like that beautiful lady very much. I'm optimistic about them..."

[...]

Looking at the messages in the group chat, Wanda pressed her lips silently.

Unconsciously, she touched her face.

It had been seven years.

She had been around Jaquan for seven years.

That ignorant graduate had become a so-called "school dean", as if her youth had never existed.

Had she already begun to grow wrinkles?

Feeling stifled in her heart, Wanda didn't want to read more messages and closed the chat box directly.

She tried to dispel the confusion in her head with her work, but her mind went blank.

Every time she tried to think, the image of Jaquan touching that lady's head would appear in her

head, as well as his words to her.

-She didn't deserve to be a mother.

-He would not marry such a woman.

She felt overwhelmed with all repressed emotions.

She didn't want to stay in the office any longer, so she took her cup and walked to the watercooler.

Jaquan's watercooler was a seperated area. As his assistant, Wanda could use it too. She didn't have to share the one outside with the other employees.

She made a cup of coffee to Jaquan's taste, no extra milk and sugar as the way she liked it. Then she sat down on the sofa holding the Americano. She didn't want to go back to work.

Just as they had discussed in the group chat, she had been working hard for him for the past seven years. She was too busy with work to care about herself. Why? Why wouldn't she chat or stare blankly after finishing a job just like the other staff?

Perhaps she should think more of herself.

'She took a sip of the steaming coffee. The bitterness began to spread from the tip of her tongue, which made her frown.

Even so, she held the cup and took another sip.

He had tasted the bitterness of life. Was she afraid of a bitter coffee?

While she was thinking about this, a childish voice sounded in her ear.

"If you don't like it, why do you have to drink it? If it tastes bitter, you can add sugar.".