The CEO's Wife Is A Demon God's Daughter

"Yes, I'm related to them. My husband is the current CEO of the Heavenly Star Enterprise. Do you know Tristan Davis?" 

Clifford: "…"

Clifford didn't know what to feel or how to react after hearing that. But one thing was for sure, It gave him a great shock and disappointment. Of all people, why… it has to be Tristan Davis, his mortal enemy?

One second…

Two seconds…

Three seconds…

Clifford just remained silent. He couldn't utter a single word as he looked at her with complex emotions on his handsome face.

In his mind, he wanted to tell her 'Yes, I know him very well. He was the guy who ruined my relationship with my ex-fiancee. He was the reason why the girl whom I was supposed to marry betrayed me.'

"Mr. Sy? Are you okay?" Zhen-Zhen asked him worriedly after seeing his pale complexion.

'Did I say something wrong?' Zhen-Zhen pondered to herself while assessing Clifford's expression.

Zhen-Zhen's voice snapped him back out of his wandering thoughts. Clifford glanced at her, his brown eyes meeting her blue eyes.

Clifford tried his best to conceal his negative emotions as he smiled at her faintly.

"No, I'm good. I'm sorry about that. I just got distracted, thinking about my meeting," he said, making up some excuse for spacing out for several seconds.

Zhen-Zhen nodded her head with a smile. She apologized to him once more. 

"I'm really sorry about that. I hope you will not be late for your appointment because of me."

"No, it's okay. The person who I will be meeting today is gonna be late also. So don't worry about that." 

Clifford couldn't believe that he was still consoling this woman, the wife of his mortal enemy.

Unconsciously, Clifford clenched his fists as a cold glint flashed through his eyes.

'What kind of joke is this? I met Tristan and saw Olive. Then the woman before me is Tristan's wife. What a great coincidence?!'

'So the rumor was true. Tristan Davis is already married. But how? Since when? Is this some kind of arranged marriage?' Clifford added to his thoughts.

Clifford was still racking his brain hard about how all of these happened when Zhen-Zhen's phone suddenly rang. Tristan was calling her. She excused herself and moved a distance from Clifford to answer Tristan's call.

Clifford managed to see the caller ID on her phone screen- [ My Sweet Hubby ]. Tristan's photo also popped up on her screen.

At that certain moment, Clifford knew that it was Tristan who was calling her. His brows knitted in a frown and his face contorted. 

The temperature around him suddenly dropped. He was now emanating a cold and chilly aura.

He couldn't explain why but he had the urge to break that phone in her hand right now.

'Damn! Why am I thinking like this?' Clifford complained inwardly.

For some unknown reasons, he felt like he was defeated again by Tristan Davis.

'Does she know that her husband is a worthless punk and a total jerk? I bet she will just be hurt by that guy.' Just thinking about that possibility, Clifford couldn't help but feel mad.

He was not supposed to pity her or care about her feelings. Besides, they were not friends nor even related to each other. 

But, why did he feel very concerned about her after knowing that Tristan Davis was her husband?

Clifford was just observing Zhen-Zhen from his spot. He could see the glow of happiness on her face as she continued talking to Tristan. The bright smile on her face was the proof.

It did not take long when from the distance Clifford saw Tristan walking toward Zhen-Zhen. Instinctively, Clifford moved away, hiding from Tristan.

When Zhen-Zhen looked back at his previous spot, Clifford was nowhere to be seen. She frowned when she didn't see him.

'Where is Clifford? Did he leave already?' Zhen-Zhen peered at her surroundings, searching for Clifford. 

Zhen-Zhen was supposed to introduce Tristan and Clifford to each other but Clifford suddenly disappeared.

'Oh, maybe he is already late for his meeting.' Zhen-Zhen thought to herself.

She was still trying to find Clifford when strong arms engulfed her from behind. Tristan already reached her spot.

"Wifey, I'm back. Did you wait for me that long?" Tristan kissed the back of her head after saying that.

He was acting lovey-dovey again with Zhen-Zhen, in short PDA (Public Display of Affection).

Zhen-Zhen couldn't help but giggle. She turned to face Tristan, shaking her head.

"Nope, you just came on time, hubby."

After saying that, Zhen-Zhen tiptoed and planted a soft kiss on Tristan's right cheek. Tristan's smile widened when he received his reward for being on time.

"Let's go home?" Tristan asked her.

Zhen-Zhen nodded at him in agreement.

"Great. I have a surprise for you once we reach our home." Tristan was referring to FaMo's substitute as his surprise to Zhen-Zhen.

Zhen-Zhen's eyes lit up after hearing the word 'surprise'.

"Really? I'm so excited to see it. Thanks, Hubby!" Zhen-Zhen pounced on him, feeling excited about his surprise.

Tristan hugged her back while letting out a soft chuckle. He was thinking that his wife could easily be satisfied sometimes. She had simple happiness.

Zhen-Zhen peered at her surroundings, searching for Clifford one last time. She was wondering why Clifford didn't say goodbye to her. 

Little did they know, Clifford had witnessed the sweet interactions between Zhen-Zhen and Tristan. He could only clench his fist and smiled bitterly at them.

'They look so in love and happy together.'

Soon, the husband and wife left the department store, walking hand in hand.

The Cashier was looking at their retreating backs. "Eh, who is the real boyfriend? The one who's with her a while ago or the one who just arrived? Is she two-timing them? Tsk tsk tsk. She's beautiful so it's easy for her to do that."

Unknown to the cashier, Clifford just heard her comment. He just came out of his hiding spot. Then an idea popped up in his mind.

'This is going to be fun and interesting. Tristan Davis, maybe it's now your turn to taste your own medicine. You stole my fiancee, so how about I steal your wife from you this time? Then we will call it even.'