But I didn't care—marriage was a matter between two people.
The Petersen Family background was simple and even with a difficult mother-in-law, I was confident I could live a good life every day.
Besides, what was not to like about a woman who saved my life?
Leon's voice came from behind me, "Mrs. Petersen, I just received a message from a client. They'll be at the company in five minutes."
The woman's voice returned to its usual calm. "Okay."
The footsteps faded into the distance. I took a deep breath and put down the phone, which I had already hung up.
Suddenly, a pair of leather shoes appeared in front of me.
It was Leon.
He chuckled, a mocking tone in his voice. "Mr. Davidson, Mr. Petersen said that you can tell me directly if you need anything in the future and I can relay it for you."
Communication between husband and wife had to be relayed through an outsider.
The implication was obvious.
The man stood there, observing my expression, a hint of smugness in his eyes.
"Mr. Davidson, let me be frank. Mrs. Petersen has been incredibly kind to me and I cherish the opportunity to work with her. I also deeply understand her passion for the company, so I won't leave her easily.”