Female Novel
Chapter 168 Steal My Wife In My Face
Chapter 168 Steal My Wife In My Face
"I just said you were smart, but how come you have no idea now?"
Rhys smiled with contempt while looking at her in a more flippant way.
Martha's face froze as she disliked such a smile.
After a short moment of silence, she said, "I don't quite understand the grudge between you and him.
Also, it has nothing to do with me."
If Rhys made things difficult for her because of Stefan, she could only say to him that Stefan's business
had nothing to do with her, and he should get his revenge on Stefan directly, instead of picking on her
here.
She was just standing here right now as a mother.
Hearing what Martha had just said, Rhys smiled but didn't answer, with a colder look in his long and
narrow eyes.
Martha raised her eyes at Rhys and said, word by word, "What do you want? Just say it!"
It had been years since she met Rhys for the first time. Years ago, she knew he approached her with
ulterior motives, and now it should be a time for him to come clean.
And it should be the time for Martha to know what his ultimate goal was.
Rhys leaned forward to approach her with a cold smile, lifted her chin with his long slender fingers, and
then said articulately, "I want you to marry me."
Her eyes widened in shock when she heard this.
What did he say? Marrying him?
Rhys' husky voice was heard again before Martha could think straight.
"I don't mind dying with you being my wife. So, it's up to you whether to marry me or not."
Martha froze. Her lips moved as she wanted to retort something but she didn't know what to say.
Rhys ignored her shock and then turned and walked towards the sofa with a smile.
He poured himself a glass of wine and said frivolously with his slender hand holding the glass, "Miss
Doyle, you are a businesswoman now. I think you know what good it is to be my wife."
"If you marry me, I'll save your kid and I can help you take the Doyle Group back."
Rhys took a sip of wine and said huskily with a bit of temptation, "Just think about it. You get to have an
alive and healthy kid, and you get to be rich, which by the way, draws jealousy, and the CEO. I don't
see a reason why you don't want to marry me."
Martha held her breath while looking at Rhys with a lot going on in her mind.
She was pretty sure that he was not joking about what he had just said.
But marrying Rhys...
She had never thought about that and she even found it ridiculous now.
She knew that Rhys asked her to marry him not out of love but to be against Stefan.
Martha had complicated feelings. She had been fully prepared to give everything to Rhys for Jimmy's
sake, but what Rhys had just asked still took her by surprise.
His evil voice was heard again-
"Jimmy may not hold on for too long. You need to make your decision as soon as possible."
When she heard this, Martha's eyes narrowed in shock and her heart ached.
That was right. She had no time to waste. And Rhys was the only one who could save Jimmy.
She forced herself to make the decision, but she just couldn't say that out loud.
She bit her red lip with her head down, which left Rhys unaware of what she was thinking.
Rhys had waited for her for a long time patiently without getting angry.
"There are so many you can get after marrying me. I don't know what you are hesitating about?"novelbin
What was she hesitating about?
Martha also wanted to ask herself.
The chamber's door was suddenly pushed open when she was in a quandary.
Stefan was standing outside with rage all over him.
He was in a black suit with fatigue on his face, but still, the aura of power radiated from him.
Rhys looked at Stefan calmly. His lips curled into a sneer.
The show was about to begin and Stefan was right on time.
Martha was a bit surprised to see Stefan here.
And she thought, 'Why did he come here?'
'He must've heard what we just talked about.'
Stefan walked towards her in strides with infinite eyes. He then put his hands around her waist the next
second before she knew it and pulled her back to him.
After that, he sneered while looking at Rhys who was sitting on the sofa.
"Mr. Williams, What do you mean? You wanna steal my wife in my face?"