All Chapters of My Feisty Wife: Baby, You're So Sweet: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The next morning, Callan Handerson entered the president's office with two dark puffy eyes. Savannah Lea arrived early as usual and had already finished all the chores. When Callan sat down, she immediately handed him today's schedule. "President, please take a look at today's schedule. Is there anything else you need to change?" Callan was absent-mindedly reading the schedule, while looking at Savannah from the corner of his eye. Savannah did not return to her dorm last night. She had stayed outside! This was a thorn in Callan's heart, which had made him sleepless all night. However, Savannah was wearing a light colored blouse patterned like lotus leaves with a collar today. The buttons were neatly and perfectly wrapped around her neck. Callan couldn't see anything, so he couldn't help but let his imagination run wild. He wondered if someone had burned a damned mark on her snow-white skin! Savannah knew Callan was examining her, but she didn't want to hav

It was unusual for things to be so quiet. Callan Handerson and Savannah Lea were sitting in the car and holding hands. Other than that, there was no intimate action. The Rolls-Royce smoothly drove into the campus of University T and arrived at the girls' dormitory building of the Department of Architecture. Savannah struggled, but Callan stubbornly refused to let her go. Savannah looked at him, and her eyes shone with the dazzling luster of blue jade. "Let go! Just let me go, okay?" Callan turned his face to the side and did not look at her. No expression could be seen on his handsome profile at that moment. "I... I'm going in." Savannah tried to break free with the other hand. Suddenly, Callan twisted around and wrapped his arm around her torso, putting his palm on the back of her head. He pulled her into his arms with great force. His slightly unstable breathing revealed the way his feelings were churning at that moment. The outline of his lean and narrow figu

Over the following days, Savannah Lea was really busy. When Callan Handerson had said to her that she would be busy, he had definitely meant it. For a family like the Handerson Family, holding a memorial ceremony involved nothing less than preparing a large-scale banquet. It was the first time Savannah had done such a thing. She didn't know anything, so she knew she had to be extra careful. In addition, her target was Callan's big brother. She was busy as she was dealing with her own big brother's affairs seriously. When she went to discuss matters with the old abbot at the temple where the memorial ceremony was going to be held, she saw for the first time the portrait of Callan's big brother, Alistair Handerson. Her first thought was that the two brothers looked so alike! If she didn't know that Callan Handerson was alive, Savannah would really have thought that this person was Callan Handerson! It seemed Tyler Handerson's appearance was not like that of his Third Un

On Monday morning, Savannah Lea arrived at the president's office. The first thing she did was write a resignation letter. Callan Handerson will be coming a little later today, and the memorial day was over. Cherilyn Handerson and Latisha Salvatore were not going to stay in City T, so they would be taking a private plane to leave for Country C today. While waiting for Callan to come, Savannah had completed all her morning duties. The tasks in the secretary's office had been assigned, the schedule had been printed out, the documents had been listed, and the coffee had been boiled. Once Callan came, everything should be ready. Everything went so smoothly. In a short period of time, she had gotten used to his pace... Unfortunately, today was her last day. "Morning, president!" The voices of the secretaries resonated outside. Savannah stood up and walked to the door to welcome Callan. As usual, Savannah walked to Callan and reached out to take off his co

Seeing the Berluti handmade men's dress shoes, Savannah Lea immediately realized that this person was not Tyler Handerson, but Callan Handerson! Savannah stretched out her hand and wanted to close the door reflexively, but Callan put one hand into the door and pressed it against the door. "What... what are you doing? Don't come in!" Savannah's protests were meaningless. With a pat on the door plank, Callan easily entered the room as if he had entered a deserted place. There was only one lamp in the room. The light was dim, but no matter how dim it was, Savannah was only wearing a thin set of pajamas, so her exposed skin could still be seen. Savannah instinctively wanted to take a coat and put it on, but she was stopped by Callan. "Why are you dressed like this?" Callan looked at Savannah. His tone was gloomy and cold, and his eyes were dark and sharp. "You thought I was Tyler, so you dressed like this to open the door? Now, if I were not standing here, but