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"BOSS, THE NEW SECRETARY GOT PREGNANT, WE'VE FIRED HER." "THAT'S MY WIFE!"


Chapter 1 The Benton Family A woman in a white T-shirt and jeans walked out of
the train station in Douburgh with a suitcase. Her delicate face turned slightly
red as the sun hit her. She tucked wisps of curly hair behind her ears. Under
her arched eyebrows were a pair of bright and pretty eyes, a slim nose, and
Cherry lips. She looked so beautiful even though she had no make-up on. "Hello!
You are Annabel Hewitt, right? I'm the driver sent by the Benton family."
Annabel nodded and followed the driver into the car casually. She was already
worn out. On the way, the driver stole glances at the woman, whose eyes were
closed as she rested in the back seat. This woman was Rupert Benton's fiancee.
Rupert Benton was the most eligible bachelor in the city. At just twenty-one
years old, he was already the CEO of Benton Group. He was way ahead of his
peers. He was a vigorous, resourceful and no-nonsense person, causing many in
the business world to be afraid of him. His grandfather, Bruce Benton, took it
upon himself to find a wife for him. And he picked Annabel, a girl from the
countryside. With his hands on the steering wheel, the driver took another look
at Annabel's innocent face and clicked his tongue. He envisaged that she would
have a hard time with the Benton family. At this time, Annabel slowly opened her
eyes and looked at the strange city with a calm expression. The car arrived at
the Benton family's residence soon. The driver carried Annabel's luggage for
her. Annabel barely had one foot inside the house when a well-dressed woman
appeared. She eyed Annabel from head to toe with a look of utter disdain.
"Tracy!" "Yes, Mrs. Benton." As soon as Tracy was given a signal, she began to
spray the disinfectant all over Annabel. The well-dressed woman was Erica
Benton, Rupert's mother. With her hands akimbo, she ordered, "Her shoes and
hair. Spray them, too." Annabel's face and body were soon covered with droplets
of disinfectant. The pungent smell made her nose a little itchy. She uttered
coldly, "What is wrong with you?" Erica flipped out immediately. "I heard that
you're from the countryside, but I thought you would at least be well-behaved.
It appears you are the same as the wayward and rude girls they breed over there.
I'm doing this because I don't want you to bring any virus or bacteria into this
household. Do you want us to get infected with whatever you are carrying?"
Annabel is not a person who likes to listen to people's nonsense.. She would
have walked out if she hadn't made a deal with her grandfather. "In that case,
you should spray some disinfectant in your mouth because it stinks!" With this,
Annabel shoved the servant aside and walked in. "You... Oh my..." Erica pointed
at Annabel with a trembling hand. Tracy hurriedly comforted her. In the living
room, a girl who looked about the same age as Annabel was sitting on the sofa.
She had on designer clothes and bright makeup. Her expression was more
condescending than Erica's as she looked at Annabel. She was Rupert's cousin,
Cathy Benton. "Are you Annabel Hewitt, Rupert's fiancee?" Cathy rolled her eyes
when she saw that Annabel wasn't dressed in designer clothes. "Gosh, Grandpa has
no taste. I can't believe he chose someone like you. Anyway, I heard you came
here by train. You should have told us you are too poor to afford a plane
ticket. We would have bought one for you. Wait, it seems there isn't an airport
in the countryside." Annabel looked at Cathy with one of her eyebrows raised.
She wondered if every member of this family was so arrogant. There was indeed no
airport where she came from, but her grandfather had booked an entire high-speed
train to Douburgh just for her. These arrogant people had no idea that she
traveled as luxuriously as someone who flew first class. Besides, she could have
flown here in a private jet if she wanted. Annabel could easily make it clear to
these people, but she didn't. She just went upstairs. Annoyance clouded Cathy's
face once she saw Annabel ascending the stairs. She wasn't used to anyone
ignoring her, so she followed her. "Where is my room?" Annabel asked the maid
behind. "Here!" Cathy said, pointing at a door in the hallway before the maid
could reply. She pushed the door open and added condescendingly, "You have never
stayed in a bedroom as big as this, have you? You should cherish it while living
in here. I'm Rupert's cousin, Cathy. You should fawn over me if you..." Cathy
had barely finished speaking when Annabel walked into the room and shut the door
in her face. This made her angrier. "Ah! How dare that pauper be so conceited?
What was Grandpa thinking?" The maid warily moved closer and asked, "Miss, but
isn't this Mr. Benton's room?" Cathy cast a scornful glance at the door. "Shush!
Don't say a word to her. Rupert hates anyone being in his space or using his
things. When he finds out that she's here, just tell him that she chose to stay
in this room." Cathy's eyes glistened with slyness as she spoke.

Chapter 2 Night-long Cuddle Annabel didn't realize that this room belonged to
someone else. When she saw that the bathroom was stocked with only men's
products, she just assumed that the Bentons were trying to get on her nerves.
"What an incredible family!" she muttered sarcastically, walking under the
shower. She only had to put up with this for three months. She had struck a bet
with her grandfather. If she still had no feelings for Rupert after staying here
for three months, their marriage would be called off. A maid brought in dinner
for her once Annabel got out of the bathroom. She ate it and fell asleep almost
immediately. It was already midnight when Rupert finally came back home from a
business dinner. He was aware Annabel was arriving today. Bruce had told him to
pick her up, but he refused under the guise of having many things to do at work.
He had no interest in his fiancee. As far as he was concerned, the marriage
would be canceled sooner or later. Rupert was fagged out. He managed to take a
shower and went straight to bed. He was very drunk, so he didn't notice that
someone else was in his room until he lay down on his bed. The large bulge under
the quilt startled him. He moved away abruptly. The room was dimly lit, so he
couldn't see the woman's face clearly. Before he could think straight, she
rolled over and hugged him. She muttered, "Teddy, don't be naughty. You should
sleep now." Rupert froze completely. This woman had a very familiar scent, just
like that girl... It was soothing as his nose pressed against her neck. For some
reason, Rupert found himself hugging her back. He fell asleep with Annabel in
his arms. Strangely for an insomniac, Rupert didn't wake up at any point during
the night. He slept like a well-fed baby. He had a dream that night. It was
about what happened to him ten years ago. In a dark room, a girl embraced him
tightly and said in a sweet voice, "Don't be scared. No harm shall come to you.
I'll protect you." Later in the dream, he met that girl again. It felt so real.
The next morning, Cathy woke up at the crack of dawn. She had been hoping to
hear the news that Annabel was thrown out of the room once Rupert got back home.
But the maid said nothing of such happened. Why was that? Didn't Rupert come
back home last night? But his car was in the garage. Rupert hated anyone being
in his space. He couldn't possibly have slept in the same bed as a strange
woman. Consumed by curiosity and uncertainty, Cathy went to knock on Rupert's
door. "Hey, Rupert! Breakfast is ready. Don't you have a meeting this morning?
You should get up now!" The noise woke up the two people who were fast asleep at
the same time. Annabel immediately felt the warmth of someone else. Her head
wasn't on a pillow but on a hard chest. She looked up, only to meet the sharp
eyes of a man. She sat up immediately and was wide awake. "Who are you?"
Rupert's eyes darkened. "Annabel Hewitt?" Since he knew her name, Annabel
assumed that he was her fiance, Rupert. But why was he in her room? She was just
about to question him again when he uttered, "You came to my room and slept in
my bed on your first day in this household. I must say that you are really
something!" "What?" Annabel looked completely confused. He just said this was
his bed? How was that possible? Was every member of this family mad and
troublesome? "Oh my!" Annabel exclaimed as her mind went to the men's products
she saw in the bathroom yesterday. It seemed Cathy had tricked her. In haste,
Annabel got off the bed and looked at him coldly. "Just to be clear, I didn't
mean to sleep here. Cathy told me this was my room. No offense but I'm not in
any way interested in you. come to think of it, I fell asleep alone. Why didn't
you realize that someone else was in the bed when you got back? and why did you
hold me in your arms for the whole night? Don't tell me you have a crush on me?"
A look of embarrassment clouded Rupert's face when he heard her words. He
couldn't deny that he held her in his arms for the whole night. Just like last
night, he was stunned when he met Annabel's eyes. Her beautiful eyes were just
like that girl's. Annabel squinted at him with a smile. "What? Why are you
staring at me like that? Are you obsessed with me?" Rupert came to his senses.
His face darkened again. He ordered coldly, "Get out! And don't come into this
room ever again!" Annabelle gritted her teeth.. She then left with her
belongings without hesitation. This was their first meeting, but they already
didn't like each other. Cathy, who was still at the door, was surprised to see
Annabel come out. Annabel said with an ambiguous smile, "Good morning! As you
wish, your cousin held me in his arms and slept for the whole night. We got
along pretty well. You must be happy about that." "Nonsense!" Cathy's face was
livid. She didn't believe that at all. In her opinion, there was no way Rupert
would like Annabel, let alone hold her in his arms for hours. But the fact that
they had slept together for the whole night was plain to see.

Chapter 3 New Secretary Annabel walked away with a fake smile. Cathy lost it.
"You bumpkin! Stop right there. I'm not done talking. Let me tell you, Rupert
won't marry you!" Just then, Rupert walked out of the room. "Ermm... Rupert..."
Cathy stuttered, moving back in fear. Rupert's face darkened. It was obvious
that he was angry, so Cathy didn't dare to say anything more. Annabel asked a
maid to take her to her room. She unpacked her things and then went downstairs
for breakfast. Erica, Cathy, and Rupert were already seated at the dining table.
Erica began to criticize her as soon as Annabel sat down. "Weren't you taught
proper etiquette? Not only did you wake up so late, but you also didn't bother
preparing breakfast. Do you think you're already the hostess here?" Taking a
glance at Erica, Annabel said flatly, "I'm not a servant either." She would
never make breakfast for this family. Although Rupert didn't say anything as the
two argued, there was no denying that he didn't like Annabel either. The
atmosphere in the dining room was tense. They ate in silence for most of the
time. After breakfast, Erica held out a bank card to Annabel. "This card is
loaded with about five thousand dollars. Buy yourself some decent clothes before
going to the company. Remember to behave well. You mustn't cause any trouble for
Rupert." To develop the relationship between the two, Bruce proposed that
Annabel work in the company as Rupert's secretary. Leonard Hewitt, Annabel's
grandfather, agreed to the arrangement. She didn't refuse. After all, it was
only temporary. Her new employment was no biggie for her, but the bank card was!
It was obvious that Erica looked down on her. "Thanks, but no thanks," Annabel
said in a sarcastic manner. There was nothing wrong with her clothes, as far as
she was concerned. They were specially made for her. That was why the Bentons
thought they were not designer clothes. Without waiting for Erica or anyone else
to retort, she went upstairs to get ready for work. She had just gotten into her
room when her phone buzzed. It was a bank notification. The sum of fifty million
dollars had been transferred into her account. A text message from Leonard came
through. "Dear, I hope they are treating you well over there. I transferred some
money to your account. Buy whatever you want. And don't forget to inform me if
anyone bullies you. I love you." Annabel smiled and texted back, "Grandpa, I'm
not happy here. They are bullying me. It's not funny at all." Leonard replied
almost immediately, "Glad to hear that. Anyway, I'm going fishing. Talk to you
later." Annabel couldn't believe her eyes. Sighing, she changed into a
professional suit and walked out of the house. The driver opened the door for
her. As soon as she got into the car, she found that Rupert was also inside.
"Didn't you say that you had no interest in me? Why did you agree to work as my
secretary then?" His charming voice had a hint of irony in it. There was also a
smirk at the corners of his lips. "Don't get any ridiculous ideas just because I
agreed. I promised my grandpa to stay with you for three months. Once the
timeline expires, we will cancel the marriage," Annabel responded, glancing at
him indifferently. "Huh?" Rupert sneered. "Aren't you worried that you will fall
in love with me in the next three months? I guess you'll be reluctant to leave
then." Annabel was amused by his words. "Funny you, Rupert. You clearly have a
swollen head. For your information, I will never fall for you. Get down from
your high horse." Although Annabel knew that Rupert was good-looking, that
didn't matter to her. He had the repulsive character that she hated in men.
Rupert pulled a long face at her words. She would never fall for him? "We will
see about that, Annabel. Don't ever forget what you said just now!" In Rupert's
opinion, Annabel was just playing hard to get. Why did she come to his home if
she didn't feel a thing for him or wanted to be his wife? Annabel smiled and
said, "Okay, I'll keep it in mind. Don't worry. In three months, we will go our
separate ways. By the way, we have to pretend not to know each other at the
company. I don't want unnecessary drama there." Rupert kept in silent. Unbeknown
to Annabel, she couldn't avoid drama at work. The news about Rupert's engagement
had already spread like wildfire. People also knew that his fiancee was from the
countryside. The employees in Benton Group were in a heated discussion. "Guys,
have you heard the latest? Mr. Benton's fiancee will work here. She will be his
secretary!" "Oh my! I heard she's ugly. And that she's from the countryside.
Since she's poor, she must have attended a substandard college. Can she even
understand the documents?" "Ha-ha! You can say that again. The way I see it, she
won't be able to operate a computer." The words of the gossipers trailed off as
soon as Rupert walked in with Annabel. Everyone's jaw dropped when they saw
them.

Chapter 4 His Superwoman "Look! Who is that woman that came in with Mr. Benton?
She's so beautiful and elegant!" "Wow! Her legs are so straight and thin! I have
never seen anyone as beautiful as her!" "Is she Mr. Benton's fiancee?" "How is
that possible? It can't be!" Many of the employees began to wonder who Annabel
was. The most common guess was that she was a business partner. But when she
left Rupert and went into the personnel department to sign in, they all realized
who she was. The news spread in the company in no time. It turned out that the
woman who came in with Rupert was Annabel. People didn't know what to believe
anymore. Didn't they say that Annabel was an ugly bumpkin? How come she was
drop-dead gorgeous? While Annabel was going over the necessary formalities, the
employees in the secretarial department were gossiping about her. "Annabel is so
beautiful! She's even prettier than Heather Norman!" an employee commented. Nina
Jones, the head of the department, had a frown on her face and disdain in her
eyes. She said maliciously, "Looks aren't everything. Beauty doesn't change the
fact that she's a poor village girl who doesn't know anything about city life.
She's not worthy enough to be Mr. Benton's wife." Annabel had just walked into
the secretarial department when she heard these words. A hint of irony flashed
in her eyes. She retorted in a clear voice, "If I'm not worthy enough to be his
wife, who is? You?" Nina's face froze. She looked away and didn't dare to
retort. She couldn't afford to offend Annabel. "Ahem! Mr. Benton earlier told me
to treat you like every other person in this department. You will receive a fair
amount of work despite your status. Here is the document about the advertisement
the company is going to shoot today. It's yours to handle." With a sneer,
Annabel took the document and left. The others surrounded Nina again. "Nina, is
it Marcel's shoot? Annabel is new. Don't you think she will screw it up?" A
spark of mischief shone in Nina's eyes. The face of the advertisement was Marcel
Brooks—a young and bad-tempered celebrity. He was hard to please and work with.
People always avoided him. She looked forward to seeing Annabel mess things up
on her first day. As soon as Annabel got out, she went through the document that
outlined the process of the advertisement. She raised her eyebrows when she saw
Marcel's name in there; it was familiar. In the CEO's office, Rupert's assistant
asked him, "Nina Jones handed over Marcel's shoot to Miss Hewitt just now.
Should I order someone to replace her?" Marcel's elder brother was a friend of
Rupert's since childhood. Everyone knew that Marcel had a bad temper. It went
without saying that Annabel would suffer a lot at his hands if she worked with
him today. Remembering what Annabel said to him this morning, Rupert finally
replied, "No, let her do it." He would take delight in her suffering. The
company was in charge of everything for the shoot. Annabel and some employees
went downstairs to welcome Marcel. A few minutes passed before a black Bentley
drove into Benton Group's premises. Marcel got out wearing a pair of sunglasses.
At the age of nineteen, he already had millions of fans all over the world. His
fame contributed to his arrogance. He held his head up high and walked like he
owned the place. Annabel walked up to him and extended her hand for a handshake.
"Welcome, Mr. Brooks. I'm Annabel Hewett, the person in charge of the shoot.
It's my pleasure to meet you." Marcel didn't take her hand or exchange
pleasantries. He just complained with a frown, "It's so hot. Why didn't you
bring an umbrella? Anyway, is everything all set? I don't have time to waste. By
the way, buy me a cup of coffee before we begin anything. Don't get me a cheap
one. I want one from that cafe downtown. They make the best..." Marcel's words
trailed off when he finally looked at the woman's face. His jaw dropped. "Holy
moly! Annabel! Am I dreaming?" Marcel took off his sunglasses and still looked
incredulous. He hugged Annabel excitedly. "Annabel? Why are you here? You work
here? When did that happen? Shouldn't you be traveling around the world now?"
Annabel stroked Marcel's head and said with a smile, "Marc, long time no see.
What did you say you wanted to drink again?" "Nothing! I didn't say anything.
What would you like to drink? I can get it for you." Everyone present was
dumbfounded, to say the least. The ever-so-arrogant Marcel not only hugged
Annabel but was also speaking to her politely. He even allowed her to stroke his
head. Was this really Marcel or some clone who was passing off as him? Could it
be that he was so respectful because Annabel was Rupert's fiancee? But he was
usually arrogant in Rupert's presence. What was going on? The truth was that
Annabel and Marcel met two years ago. At that time, Marcel was seventeen. He was
filming in the countryside, very close to Annabel's home. Some thugs kidnapped
him. Fortunately, Annabel saved him by chance. Marcel had fearfully watched her
beat up the kidnappers so easily. He had thought he was going to die in
captivity, but she had come to his rescue like a superwoman. She had invited him
to her home. Much to his surprise, her home was even bigger than the mansion in
Downton Abbey. It turned out that she was not only kind but also well-to-do. He
couldn't help but hold her in high esteem.

Chapter 5 Chivalrous Lad The two walked into Benton Group. And the shooting went
on smoothly. Some of the clothes weren't up to Marcel's taste. He complained
about them. But when Annabel said that they were good, he immediately changed
his opinion. He set aside his nitpicking attitude just because of her. Whenever
he went out of line, Annabel's glance brought him to order. Marcel was
intimidated by her. Asides from the fact that he respected her for saving his
life, he feared that she would spank him if he annoyed her. It was estimated
that the shoot would take five hours because of Marcel's attitude, but it took
only two hours. Once it ended, Marcel pulled Annabel and said, "Let's go. We
have a lot of catching up to do. I'll treat you to dinner." "No, I can't. I'm
not off duty yet!" Annabel refused him coldly. Some of the employees were still
on the set. They pretended to be busy, but they gossiped about the two on the
spot. "What? Marcel offered to buy Annabel dinner but she turned him down."
"Holy moly! What is she thinking? Doesn't she know who he is? Many girls would
jump at the offer. How can she be so arrogant?" "I wish he could take me
instead. I can quit my job just to spend some time with him. Oh, Annabel is so
foolish." Being rejected, Marcel wanted to cry. After thinking for a while, he
asked, "By the way, why did you start working here? Oh my! Did your family go
bankrupt? If so, I can support you. You don't have to slave away here, okay?"
Annabel rolled her eyes and said, "You know nothing, Marc. Now if you will
excuse me..." She then went back to work. Everyone who saw the scene thought
Marcel would storm out in a fit of pique. To their greatest surprise, he smiled
helplessly and went to the lounge to wait for Annabel until she got off work. By
closing hour, Rupert walked out of his office and said to Annabel, "Grandpa made
a reservation at a restaurant. Let's go have dinner there." Rupert didn't want
to, but Bruce threatened him. The man was hospitalized earlier after having a
heart attack. On video call, he said, "You must go. If you don't, I'll pull the
plug on this ventilator. Do you want me to die?" Rupert's hands were tied, so he
had to agree. Annabel was about to reply when Marcel came in. "Annabel, you are
off duty now, right? Can we have dinner now?" It wasn't until Rupert coughed
slightly that Marcel noticed his presence. "You are here, Rupert!" he exclaimed.
Did Annabel and Marcel know each other? Rupert looked at the two in confusion.
Annabel, who had been silent, finally spoke. "How about we all have dinner
together?" In the end, the three of them went to the restaurant that Bruce
reserved earlier. During the ride, Marcel kept talking to Annabel, who replied
in a friendly way from time to time. When they arrived, Marcel became
chivalrous. He opened the door for Annabel and even pulled a chair for her. He
also put food on her plate and poured her a glass of red wine. Rupert was
relegated to the background. It was as if these two were in their own world, and
he was just there to watch them. "By the way, you still haven't told me why you
decided to work in Benton Group. Is there something between you and Rupert?"
Marcel suspected that they were involved with each other. Glancing at Rupert,
Annabel answered, "My grandpa asked me to work here. As for what is between
us... We are engaged." Marcel spat out a mouthful of water. "You both are what?
What a small world we live in! So, you are the countrywoman whom Rupert got
engaged to?" Annabel nodded casually. The rumor of the engagement was widespread
in Douburgh, so Marcel knew about it. Since he knew about Annabel's background,
he couldn't help but sigh because of how clueless the media was. She was indeed
from the countryside, but she was far from being poor. The Hewitt family was
super rich and had dozens of villas scattered around the world. "Are you two in
love?" Marcel looked at them in disbelief. "Don't get the wrong idea. We are not
in love. The engagement will be canceled three months later," Annabel said
calmly. Marcel breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. Without mincing words, he
uttered, "That's good. Rupert doesn't deserve you. I'm even better than him. You
two are nothing alike. He's cold and boring. A marriage between the two of you
would be a disaster." Rupert knifed the steak on his plate and chewed hard as
fury brewed inside him. He didn't deserve Annabel? What nonsense! "That reminds
me, Marcel. Your brother asked me to buy the car you have always wanted. He
plans to give it to you. I think..." "come on, Rupert. I didn't mean that. Can't
you take a joke anymore?" Marcel smiled awkwardly. They had a nice meal. After
walking out of the restaurant, Annabel and Rupert bid Marcel farewell. "Bye,
Annabel! I'll visit you whenever I'm free." Annabel stroked his head again as
they hugged. She waved at him. "Bye, Marc. Take care!" She petted him as if he
were Teddy, her Alaskan Malamute. He grunted and got into the car. On the way
back, he finally complained, "I see why you boldly said that you'll never fall
in love with me. You're in love with someone else."

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