How to Get a Wife

Ten minutes later, Joanna came in with a cup of coffee.
"Mr. Wilson, here is your coffee." She put the glass on the desk.
Wilson didn't even look up. He frowned after having a sip of the coffee.
"Make another cup. I don't drink instant, no sugar or milk." Coffee with milk was not suitable for Wilson. If it was too sweet, it
would make people addicted, and such a thing usually could be fatal.
For example... Joanna?
He was shocked by his thought. The warmth that Joanna gave him fascinated him, and he couldn't let go of it any more. Was
that why he cared about her so much?
Without any explanation, Joanna took up the cup and quietly left the room.
Joanna didn't know much about the freshly ground coffee, so she stared at the tools in the tea room for a while. Then she took
out her mobile phone and surf the Internet to learn the recipe and instructions.
She looked at the time. It was already six o'clock in the afternoon He hasn't eaten yet.
So she ordered takeout at her own discretion. When it was delivered, the coffee had just been cooked.
The moment the door was pushed open, Wilson smell the fragrance of food, he raised his head to look at Joanna with a tray.
He took a look at her watch and found it was time for dinner.
Joanna put down the things in her hand and opened the package for him, "You hasn't eaten yet, so I have ordered food for you.
If you don't like it, I can buy others."
Wilson stared at the dishes in front of him, all of which were his favorite. Although these dishes were not cooked by Joanna, they
were still tantalizing him. He was really hungry now, but he could not accept it.
"Why don't you take it for me? I am no longer the person who lives in that shabby house with you. Take it away." Hearing such
heartless words, Joanna felt lucky that there were only two of them at that moment. Otherwise, it would be so humiliating.
"But..." Joanna was going to say more, but was interrupted ruthlessly by Wilson.

"Don't you understand what I said? Take it away. " Wilson only took a sip of coffee, and fixed his dark eyes on Joanna.
Looking at the expression of grievance on Joanna's face, his heart began to ripple.
'Damn it.'
"Okay." Cheerless, Joanna went out with the delivery bag.
Sitting on her own seat and looking at the ordered take out, she chose his favorite dish specially, but She had almost forgotten
that he was now the CEO of the Yan group, not the ordinary person who had lost his memory. He wouldn't like the dishes.
She picked up the chopsticks and ate alone. She had bought it with money, so she didn't want to waste it.
Wilson didn't want to be disturbed by Joanna, so he started to deal with the documents.
Time went by slowly. When Wilson raised his head again, it was already dark. He took a look at his watch. It was ten to fifty. It
was estimated that Joanna had already fallen asleep.
He packed up his things and was going to leave, only to find that the light was still on in the room and that Joanna had already
fallen asleep on the table. The clothes she was draped over her shoulder slipped down on the chair.
Feeling a little cold, Joanna shrank her body.
He watched her every move, and his eyes were much colder. Was she a fool? How dare she sleep here in such a cold weather.
He walked over and was going to put the clothes on her shoulder back when Joanna opened her eyes and looked at the man
beside her in surprise.
"... Mr. Wilson? " Joanna stood up at once. But as she was unable to stand steadily after sitting for a long time, she immediately
held Wilson's arms.
But before Joanna opened her eyes, Wilson withdrew his hand. So she didn't notice His previous moves. She grabbed his arm
and made him freeze.
"......" He raised his eyebrows and said nothing, but his eyes stared at the hand that Joanna held.
"Oh my God I'm so sorry I just couldn't keep my balance for a while. " She quickly withdrew her hand and blushed.

'damn it! What am I doing? How dare I catch him?'.
"Why are you still here?" Wilson almost forgot that he hadn't said she could leave. In the past, Glenn had never accompanied
him to work overtime. In his words, "There's no way to divorce from single if I work every day." That was why Wilson called him
back when he needed him to deal with something.
But he forgot that Joanna was like Glenn.
"Well... I saw that you was still working, so I thought that I should help in some way. And the boss is working overtime. As an
employee, how can I get off work first? " Lowering her head, Joanna explained. In fact, she wanted to accompany him because
she felt Wilson was very lonely working overtime all day long by herself.
Wilson was surprised to hear what Joanna said.
He had been used to working overtime by herself, but now he had Joanna with him. He felt much warmer at the thought that
there were only two of them working overtime in the company.
"Let's go." Then he walked to the elevator.
"Ha?" 'It's so late. Where are you going?' Joanna was confused.
"Do you think there are any buses at this time? I'll drive you home. "
Wilson would never admit that he just wanted to spend more time with Joanna.
"Wait!" After looking at the time, she found that it was very late. She packed her things neatly and followed Wilson into the
elevator.
Joanna was following Wilson quietly, afraid that she might say something wrong.
But she didn't notice the smile on Wilson's face.
As they walked out of the building, they happened to see the security guard at the gate was going to close the door.
"Mr. Wilson, you worked overtime again today?" The security guard said to Wilson.
"Yes, we have a lot of things to do." Wilson spoke to him in a relaxed tone, not as cold as when he talked to Joanna.

"Who is this?" The guard was a little surprised when he saw Joanna behind Wilson. It was the first time he saw a woman beside
him.
Noticing that Wilson had no intention of speaking for her, Joanna explained herself.
"Hello, I'm Joanna, new assistant. Mr. Wilson worked overtime today, so I'm staying here."
"Oh, you are the new assistant."
"I'm going back. Thank you for your help today." Wilson said goodbye to the security guard and left the house.
Then Joanna followed Wilson to get in the car. There was an awkward silence between them.
Joanna turned her head to look at Wilson, who was absorbed in driving. She couldn't help thinking. 'Why is he so friendly to a
security guard, but not to her? '