Three Year To Love (Emma Johnson and Ethan Carter)

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But, now that she was long gone, she heard her own flat, detached voice: "Okay." Calm and indifferent, like a stranger.

Ethan Carter was silent for two seconds, then hung up without warning, and Emma. Johnson didn't really care, she was used to his moodiness anyway.

Back in the office again, the trash on the table had been cleared away, Rachel Smith looked at her cautiously: "Emma, don't you worry about it, no matter who bullies you in the future, I will help you, don't you worry!" She was afraid that she would feel sad?

Emma suddenly smiled, thinking that she was a little too nervous, but more than that, she was touched.

She didn't realize that the first and biggest kindness she had received since joining Carter Corporation had come from this round-faced cutie who didn't look like much of an eye-catcher.

The more she looked at Rachel, the cuter she became.

Emma raised her hand and pinched Rachel's fleshy face, "Well, I don't care."

In the afternoon.

Emma arrives at the president's office, where Ethan Carter is videotaping with someone, and she stands quietly and waits until he ends the conversation and calls her name: "Emma." She's suddenly a little shaken, when was the last time he called her name? Ten years ago? Or twenty years ago?

She couldn't remember.

But she remembers that during the three years of their marriage, he never called her by

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""Emma!"

Ethan Carter looked at the woman standing off to the side, her eyes wandering as she wondered what she was thinking, raised his voice, and called the familiar but slightly rusty name once more.

Emma finally came back to her senses and looked at him, her palms slightly sweaty, but the smile on her face was perfectly impeccable: "Mr. Carter, what do

you

want?"

"The company's new development is ready for construction, need interior design pictures, I'll give you five days, five days later to submit the results."

Gold Medal Designer, is the design industry in all directions are the premier existence, including graphic design, visual design, UI design, etc., only all proficient, can be called the word gold medal. The graphic design of the interior was not a complicated job, but Emma still put forward her request, "No problem, but I need an assistant to help me organize the

information."

"Uh, who do you want?"

"A little girl in the design department, Rachel."

It was peculiar to hear her call someone a little girl, after all, in Ethan's eyes, she wasn't much different from a little girl.

Ethan slightly raised his eyebrows, just about to speak, the office door was pushed open, Olivia Brooks stood in the doorway, looking at them with some surprise: "Emma, why are you in Ethan's office?"

Ethan's heart was already a little upset at being disturbed while he was working, and when he heard her obvious words of reproach, his eyes suddenly sank, but Olivia's attention was on Emma at the moment, and she didn't pay attention to his complexion. "Work."This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Emma replied briefly, telling her in no uncertain terms that it was only work.

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Ethan's heart was already a little upset at being disturbed while he was working, and when he heard her obvious words of reproach, his eyes suddenly sank, but Olivia's attention was on Emma at the moment, and she didn't pay attention to his complexion. "Work."

Emma replied briefly, telling her in no uncertain terms that it was only work.

Olivia obviously didn't believe it, but for some reason, she pushed down her emotions and squeezed out a smile, "So that's how it is!"

She said, walked towards Ethan: "Ethan, I just suddenly felt a little pain in my stomach, I don't know what's going on......

She was pampered like before, but Ethan's tightly furrowed brows showed his impatience at the moment, "Go to the hospital if you have a stomachache, I'll send someone to take you there."

"No, no, it's not that serious, it's just uncomfortable, you know, my stomach hurts easily."

Hearing her words, Ethan's color was a little dark, the coldness of his body somehow dissipated a lot, like it was covered by something, if you want to say it, it was guilt and sadness? Next C