Surprised Wife With Twins

Chapter 618 Going to the Company

Downtown, in the evening.

In Leslie’s huge villa, Ingrid urged three times in the kitchen, "How long does the soup take?"

"Madam, the chicken soup for Mr. Eastwood must be cooked for two hours, or he won't like it." The

servant was helpless, "I can't control the time. You said it too late."

"Okay, okay, call me when you're done." Ingrid turned away angrily. She didn’t make things difficult for

the servant.

She suddenly thought of cooking some chicken soup for Leslie so she would have an excuse to go to

the company.

While waiting, she paced back and forth in the living room, thinking of Catherine.

She raised her wrist to check the time from time to time. Soon it would be past dinner time.

When the moon and stars appeared in the sky, and the whole city was lit up by lights, she finally

smelled the aroma of chicken soup.

He should be working overtime today because he didn’t come home.

"Mrs. Eastwood, the chicken soup is ready."

Ingrid took the thermos from the maid and hurried to the yard.

The driver opened the car door for her, and she quickly got into the car holding the thermos carefully,

"Go to the company, hurry up!"

"Yes, Mrs. Eastwood." The driver closed the door for her and quickly returned to his seat.

About ten minutes later, the car stopped in front of the R-Alan.

Ingrid opened the car door, quickly got out of the car with the thermos, and rushed towards the

company.

Upstairs.

Leslie was in a good mood, and he walked into the vice president's office with two cups of freshly

brewed coffee.

Hearing the footsteps, Catherine, who was busy working, looked up and saw the middle-aged man

smiling.

"Come, have a cup of coffee, I made it myself."novelbin

"Thanks."

Leslie put one of the cups beside her right hand, then put one hand on the desk, looked at her

computer screen, and said, "What is this?"

"I'll report to you when I'm done." She picked up the coffee and gently stirred it with a silver spoon.

Leslie's eyes fell on her thin face again, "I heard from Josh that you ate bread here in the afternoon, are

you hungry? Shall I order some food for you?"

"No, I am good." She was embarrassed, "I can't eat much. I'm a little hungry occasionally, it's okay."

But Leslie was very concerned about her.

The elevator door opened.

Ingrid, carefully dressed, walked towards the president's office with a thermal.

When passing by the vice president's office, she inadvertently looked inside.

She saw her husband propped one hand on the desk, and leaned slightly, with a coffee cup in the other

hand.

The woman sitting in the office chair looked up, the two were talking about something.

Although she couldn't hear what he was saying, they looked very intimate.

Ingrid didn't stop but slowed down. She saw it clearly.

When she walked into the CEO's office with a restless heart, Josh got up quickly, "Mrs. Eastwood."

"Hi, Josh." She put the soup gently on Leslie's desk, smiled, and asked, "Where is Leslie? I brought

him chicken soup. "

Josh was a little worried. She passed Catherine's office just now. Didn't she see Leslie?

But she'd better not have seen it.

"In the conference room I suppose, wait a moment, I'll call him now." With that said, Josh left quickly.

He hurried into the vice president's office and whispered to Leslie's ear, "Mr. Eastwood, your wife is

here."