Surprised Wife With Twins novel Chapter 541

Right then, Ivan arrived in Montreal, Canada and checked into a super luxury hotel.

He owned half of the hotel shares. His suite was a plushy presidential suite.

Sitting on the golden velvet sofa, Ivan calculated the time difference and sent Jennifer a video call invitation. The thought of her softened his expression into a smile.

It was eight o’clock in the evening in Arkpool City.

After dinner and a shower, Jennifer was half-lying against the bedhead while reading a book. When she received Ivan’s call, a smile blossomed across her face.

‘It’s such good timing.’

Jennifer swiped to answer and chuckled, “I’m home tonight. Not working overtime.”

“Why didn’t you dry your hair?” Ivan asked seriously after noticing it. “You may get a cold.”

“I did. Only the tip is slightly wet.” She asked gently, “Did you just get off the flight?”

“Yep.” Ivan stared at her tenderly, thinking she was charming under the yellowish light.

Jennifer could see the blue sky and white clouds from the window behind him.

She added, “Please rest assured. I won’t work overtime. Usually, I’m already home by eight every night. Trust me.”

“I’m not watching you,” Ivan explained with a smile, “I don’t want you to be exhausted.”

“I know, Ivan. I also don’t want you to overwork. You must take care of yourself.”

After exchanging a few words, they ended the conversation.

The presidential suite, the hotel.

Once Ivan put down his phone, there were knocks on the door. One of his subordinates entered.

Standing before him, the subordinate bowed and reported respectfully, “Mr. Marsh, according to our investigation, Emily has checked into Eyot Manor. It’s about ten minutes away by car.”

‘Eyot Manor?’

Emily loved fruit trees.

She always dreamed of holding a glass of apple cider, being wrapped in a warm blanket, and watching the stars in the sky while listening to all the sounds on her fruit farm.

It had come true.

Today was a sunny day. Emily put on a long dress. She had blond hair and fair, tender skin.

Dancing in the yard, she held Ivan’s photo with a bright smile, just like an overjoyed child.

“I met him once at a banquet when I was seven. He never grows old. I like him. He belongs to me.”

She had never thought her dream lover would come to her.

“Lady Emily,” her maid reminded her kindly, “Mr. Marsh is married.”

Emily stopped dancing, looking at her while smiling. “I know. But does it matter?”