Ex-husband, Please Respect Yourself

Chapter 164: My Mother Doesn't Need You to Feel Sorry for Her

She was gloomy, gnashed, and she still reached out and opened the door.

The whole atmosphere of the office was freezing to death

Marian couldn't help but swallow silently, smiled, and she pretended to know nothing, "Tyrone, you're back."

Tyrone's handsome face was indifferent without any expression. Only his thin lip moved, "out!"

Marian looked embarrassed, but soon she forced a smile, put the water glass gently in front of him, and said softly, "Tyrone, I need to talk to you."

Mr. Black whose head buried deep, raised his head slightly and looked at her strangely.

Tyrone's dark eyes glanced faintly at her, "what word do you not understand when I speak to you?"

Marian paled, bit her lower lip and nodded pitifully, "oh, I'll come back later."

She turned back, looked Mr. Black in the eye, opened the door and left.

When the door was shut, Mr. Black wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled, "Tyrone... This thing was indeed my fault, but it didn't cause substantial damage. You, please you forgive me this time. I dare not next time......"

"I forgive you?" The man pinched the cuff, slowly leaned back and said, "you can talk to the police and see if they forgive you."

When he finished speaking, he picked up the document, and smacked to throw in front of Mr. Black, "you don't have to come to work tomorrow."novelbin

Mr. Black was shocked and he stunned for a moment. He suddenly looked up and said in panic, "Tyrone, what about the police? You can't do that? Even if I wanted to do that, I failed in the end. I will do whatever you want. Please don't call the police."

"Shall I send someone with you, or shall they come and get you?" Tyrone's voice was very clean, like cold pool in late autumn, cool and clear.

"No, no, Tyrone, I can leave the company but you can't call the police. If the media know about it, it will affect her reputation and the reputation of the company... You don't have to do this?" Mr. Black looked very wrathful, and frightened, and his forehead was sweating.

"You mean nothing by threatening me. Before the media know, you should think of your wife and daughter."

Mr. Black seemed to open his mouth several times, only decadence and despair remaining on his wrinkled face finally.

"Come on, there's someone waiting for you downstairs."

Mr. Black looked at the imposing young man, and Mr. Black had been in the LT Company for a long time. He knew Tyrone's temper and it was impossible for him to struggle for his life. He had to keep his last resort

He picked up the document on the ground and left without saying a word.

In the corner of the elevator corridor, Mr. Black's phone suddenly rang.

He took it out with a stern face, looked at it, relaxed, and immediately answered the phone. He walked to the corner and whispered anxiously, "Marian, Tyrone is taking me to the police station. You have to save me."

The woman's calm, and deep voice came from the phone, "take it easy! You can be frank and they will be lenient. You're just an attempted rape. They can only put you in jail for a few days. I'll get you out of jail Your work will be arranged for you.

Mr. Black smiled with delight. He was relieved and said, "ok, I see. Thank you."

It seemed that the woman knew this was going to happen and she had a plan.

Hanging up the phone, he walked down the stairs with ease.

The man who had been waiting for him came forward and said simply, "Mr. Black, this way."

Upstairs, Mr. Black wasn't gone long. Marian calculated the time and went to President Office again.

"Tyrone, have you finished?" Marian looked very clever, sensible, and cautious.

"You will call me whatever they call me in the company."

Tyrone's tone was very insipid, but the more prosaic the tone, the more inarguable, "what's the matter?"

The atmosphere froze suddenly.

Marian stroked her hair at her ear and said softly, "my dad heard you return home, and he wanted to invite you and your mother over for the evening, he asked me... to tell you."

Tyrone read the paper carefully, lowered his head to sign it, and answered casually, "I have something to do tonight. If you want to invite my mother, you can tell her."

"Tyrone." Marian looked at him with embarrassment on her face. She looked at him sadly, "Are you still mad about last time? My dad wanted to take this opportunity to apologize to you. If you don't want to see me, I can skip the party tonight... But I hope you don't turn him down and I'm begging you."

"It's all water under the bridge." Tyrone's attitude was resolute, and people could hardly see any excess emotion of him, "Mr. Johnson doesn't have to apologize to me. Well, I'm busy. I have something else to do. You get out first"

Marian was in a panic and she seemed to be unable to bear it any longer. She stepped forward and said, "Tyrone, since it was my fault, I didn't want to shirk my responsibility. I also suffered the consequences. But that thing didn't have anything to do with my dad. You don't have to blame him. He even invited you to dinner regardless of his dignity. What else do you want?"

She didn't understand. He used to be polite to everybody, and now he's going against the whole world just for one woman. Was that woman really worth what he did for her?

Tyrone finally looked at her. His sword eyebrow twitched slightly and there was a slight chill in his eyes, "you mean I have no right to refuse?"

"I..." Marian fell silent. She looked away awkwardly, and explained, "I, I didn't mean that. You know my dad's temper, and I don't want to stiffen up the relationship between you and him just because of my impulse."

Tyrone said blandly," in that case, please go back and tell Mr. Johnson that we can make an appointment another time. I came back in a hurry and I had other things to do."

Marian blurted out in anger, "the other thing you said you have to do is to be with Cathy. Is your mother less important than Cathy in your eyes?"

"This is my personal affair."

Marian bit her lip. Her voice was faintly reproachful, "didn't I tell you something personal? Every time you come back, you go to that woman. You don't see your mother as often as I do. "

"Marian." Tyrone called out her name in a low voice. His delicate eyes and eyebrows looked cold, "you worry too much. My mother doesn't need you to feel sorry for her. I don't need you to take care of my family affairs. If you have the time, you'd better take care of your own work."

The two words of family affairs made her extremely embarrassed for a moment. He regarded Cathy as his family, while he treated her like an outsider.

"Get out." Tyrone didn't want to talk any more.

Marian clenched her fingers and she stared at Tyrone's head, which was lowered again. She felt a chill rushing through her chest, and she was numb with ice.

She wouldn't let her years of hard work go to waste, and in the end, she wouldn't get anything.

Taking a deep breath, she behaved as usual, "then don't forget to have a good rest. I'll talk to my dad later. We'll make an appointment another time.