CHAPTER 22: CHAPTER 22: IMPROPER? YOU’RE MY WIFE

Sienna Quinn’s brows furrowed tightly; why is Landon Lawson so troublesome?

Just returned to the country two days ago, and I’ve bumped into this unlucky guy every day?

I was just here to meet someone from HR, and Landon Lawson is here too. It seems he’s here for the same reason as me.

Sienna’s face turned somewhat unsightly. She wouldn’t believe that things could just happen to coincide like this.

The four of them looked at each other for quite a while without anyone speaking.

Nolan Shaw stared dumbfoundedly at the woman before him: a professional outfit, delicate makeup, absolutely beautiful face. But that familiar face—he would never forget it—wasn’t this Sienna Quinn?

"Landon... "

"I am Sienna Quinn, the person in charge of the Yates Group."

Sienna interrupted Nolan Shaw, covering the word ’Mrs.’ he was about to say. She didn’t want anyone to know about the relationship between her and Landon Lawson.

Nolan Shaw looked dazedly at the woman in front of him and then glanced at the president beside him. No wonder Landon Lawson, who never cared about such matters, had to come personally this time.

It seems the drunkard’s intention isn’t the wine.

Landon Lawson sat down expressionlessly, ignoring Sienna, clearly able to see the woman’s every smile and frown.

What kind of skill does this Sienna Quinn possess? She can toy with him at will. On what basis did she leave without a word?

Looking at the woman’s palm-sized face, over the past five years, it seemed she had become even more gaunt. But those once lively and innocent eyes had turned much more seasoned after five years.

Seeing the woman’s gaunt appearance, Landon Lawson snorted coldly. The Lawson family young lady’s good life is not enough; she insists on going out to work for others and suffer. A victim of her own actions.

The man’s constant gaze made Sienna very uncomfortable. Her eyebrows knitted as she looked expressionlessly at Landon Lawson: "Does President Lawson like staring at strangers this much?"

Sienna’s mocking stance made the man very displeased, and he snorted coldly: "You seem to have nothing worth looking at."

Sienna was taken aback, then looked down at her well-proportioned figure.

Landon must be blind?

Indeed, otherwise how could he be so unaware?

"It looks like you need to see a doctor. I know many famous doctors abroad who can treat your eye condition, and at the same time, treat your brain."

"You... shameless!"

Landon Lawson gritted his teeth, unable to control his inner anger every time he saw Sienna.

This woman, is she sent to punish him?

Sienna mockingly glanced at Landon Lawson. She had loved this man for five whole years; what did he return? Two unborn children, and moreover her life!

How could such a blind man be worthy of her favor?

When the room was left with only the two of them, Sienna felt no reservations, her emotionless eyes swept up and down Landon Lawson’s face.

"President Lawson? Are you harassing me? I can call the police to arrest you."

"Ha! Harass? Touching my own wife, does it require legal restraint?"

Wife?

What an ironic term. In the past, how much Sienna loved others calling her Mrs. Lawson.

But the position of Landon Lawson’s wife felt like a cage to her.

"Five years ago, as I recall, we were already divorced. Now you and I have no relationship; mind your manners."

Sienna’s displeasure flashed between her brows, fiercely trying to shake off Landon Lawson’s grip.

Yet the latter held on tightly, leaving her no chance of resistance.

His large hand yanked hard, forcing the woman’s body against the wall; in the narrow space, the two were so close, their chests pressed together, that even a slight movement would touch the other.

Even the breath that was exhaled felt warm, soft, and tingling as it hit the face.

Inhaling the man’s scent, Sienna became momentarily lost in thought.

For so many years, how many times did she reminisce this scent? Originally thought she was tired of it, yet once more she found herself falling.

Landon Lawson observed the woman pinned in the corner by him, her palm-sized face showing stubbornness, a stubbornness she never had before.

Is she defiant?