CHAPTER 51: CHAPTER 51: BLAKE SINCLAIR ANNOUNCES MARRIAGE ON SOCIAL MEDIA

Holly Crowe’s mind went blank instantly.

She seemed present, but she had actually zoned out for a while.

Did he... during a meeting, in front of everyone, pull out the marriage certificate and take a picture?

Familiar words formed into an unfamiliar sentence.

This world has turned upside down.

The phone rang.

The three jumping characters [Blake Sinclair] on the screen made Holly instinctively want to throw her phone away.

But in the end, she pressed the answer button just a second before the ringtone would hang up.

"Hello, this is Blake Sinclair."

His voice came through the receiver, with a hint of amusement wrapped in its deep tone.

"... I know."

"That’s good. I was afraid you hadn’t saved my number with a note."

The word ’wife’ was deliberately emphasized by him, and once again hearing this term, Holly’s face couldn’t help but turn a bit warm.

"Did you receive the photo? I noticed you didn’t reply, so I was worried you weren’t satisfied."

"Yes... I received it, thank you."

"You’re welcome, my lady."

Holly’s face almost buried itself into her knees.

"Blake Sinclair, just now... were you in a meeting?" she asked softly.

"Actually, you just needed to message me about it, I’m not in such a rush. It’s fine to send it later."

"I was in a meeting," he paused for a moment, seeming to move to a more open space, his voice becoming clearer.

"I was the one who was anxious, I didn’t want you to wait. I was worried without you receiving my photo, you’d overthink."

Holly suddenly didn’t know what to say.

How did he know... he guessed it all right.

All those chaotic thoughts in her mind, the anxiety and unease during those few short minutes, were dispelled by his one sentence.

Blake Sinclair’s voice came through again, softer this time and with a hint of apology.

"It’s my oversight today, I should have announced it on social media first, and I ask for your forgiveness this time."

Announce it on social media?

Holly froze and instinctively said, "That’s not necessary. My friend believed it after seeing the photo."

"But, I want to post it." His tone was firm yet earnest.

"I heard from others that it’s a way for couples to give each other a sense of security. Holly, this is something I want to give you too, you can completely trust me."

Holly was stunned by his words, her grip on the phone tightened, and her throat felt a bit choked.

Once again, through his actions, he showed his willingness for her to try trusting him.

"So, does Mrs. Sinclair approve this request?" his tone was teasing, seeming gentle but pressing forward.

"...Alright." Holly heard her own voice, very light.

"Thank you, Mrs. Sinclair."

After the call ended, the screen automatically switched back to the WeChat interface, and Holly saw his familiar avatar pulsing on the social feed.

She paused for a moment and clicked in.

Just a moment ago, Blake Sinclair had posted a picture of him holding the marriage certificate, with a background of her standing at the entrance of the civil affairs bureau holding a bouquet of pink lilies.

Caption: [Mrs. Sinclair approved me to post this photo]

Holly’s face turned red down to her neck.

When did he take this photo?

On the other end, Blake Sinclair looked at the liked avatars on the social feed, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

He put away his phone, slowly returning the marriage certificate to the inner pocket of his suit, and looked at the people in the conference room, speaking casually:

"Sorry, it was my wife’s call."

The whole room: "...??"

The room was abuzz with murmurs.

The expressions on everyone’s faces were remarkable.

Just now, in the middle of the meeting, President Sinclair suddenly picked up his phone and smiled while replying to a message, and that was already something.

The absurd part was he suddenly paused the meeting, took two marriage certificates out from his suit’s inner pocket, and under everyone’s gaze, began photographing them and even had Special Assistant Tate take a group photo with them!

The executives in the room felt like a bomb had gone off in their minds, some even thought they hadn’t woken up yet.

Was the thing in President Sinclair’s hand a marriage certificate?

Blake Sinclair is married!!!

The Sinclair Group is going to have a hostess!

The pride of the Sinclair Family has come down to earth!!!

But before they could react, Blake Sinclair, giving Special Assistant Tate a look, took the marriage certificates into the adjacent lounge.

When he returned, it was with the line, "Sorry, it was my wife’s call."

Vice President Roth from the finance department was the first to react, standing to offer congratulations, "President Sinclair, you’ve gotten married? Congratulations, congratulations, wishing you and your wife a blissful marriage and eternal happiness."

The other executives quickly caught on, rushing to offer congratulations, worried they might be the last and appear inattentive.

"Congratulations on your marriage, President Sinclair."

"President Sinclair and his wife are truly in love!"

Everyone chimed in, their words one after another, and the originally tense conference room was instantly filled with joyous warmth.

Blake Sinclair accepted all the well-wishes calmly.

Only when the meeting room slowly quieted down did he unhurriedly say, "Please thank everyone on behalf of my wife. She is quite shy, and since the wedding is still being planned, I hope everyone can keep this quiet."

"Understood, understood, President Sinclair, you can rest assured."

Everyone nodded in agreement, speaking all at once.

But in their hearts, it was crystal clear; just a moment ago those marriage certificates were proudly displayed, it didn’t seem like something to keep quiet.

Only Cole Tanner beside them closed his eyes helplessly,

Since early morning when President Sinclair entered the office, those marriage certificates had openly been placed on the desk.

In that time, everyone who came in to report work, from executives to cleaning staff, who didn’t see them?

Calculate the time, the news that ’President Sinclair is married’ is probably already spreading through the company via the internal chat groups.

The pretense was something Blake Sinclair was executing flawlessly.

The meeting was finally pulled back on track.

At this moment, Mr. Chapman from the marketing department sighed, "President Sinclair and his wife get along so well; my wife often messages and calls me too. Sometimes during long business trips, she can’t sleep, and I have to call her every night to comfort her."

Though he said this, his face was full of sweetness.

"These are the sweet troubles of a married man!"

After he said this, the conference room became silent.

A late realization of awkwardness floated up.

Mr. Chapman then realized what he had just said and the smile on his face froze, about to find a way to fix it, when Blake Sinclair looked at him with a serious face.

"What Mr. Chapman said is true." He nodded thoughtfully.

"Mr. Chapman, you’re scheduled to fly to Zenthia the day after tomorrow to discuss the collaboration, but let Cole Tanner go instead. You’ve been working hard lately; I’ll give you a break to spend time with your wife."

Mr. Chapman couldn’t hide his joy, while Cole Tanner’s face was full of resignation.

Pain won’t disappear; it’ll just be transferred.

Cole Tanner closed his eyes in resignation, thinking, fine, you’re sophisticated, you have a wife, you’re impressive, and I deserve this.