Secret Marriage: The CEO's Pampered Wife

Just as Georgia Thorne was about to speak, a middle-aged man suddenly cut in, interrupting her.

Elliot Sheridan, unable to hear what Georgia was about to say, frowned in displeasure. "Hello, President Hawkins."

Georgia Thorne had no interest in the men’s conversation and wanted to slip away, but Elliot Sheridan caught hold of her, refusing to let her go.

Rhys Hawkins was a sharp-eyed man. His attention landed on Georgia Thorne, and he asked with a smile, "President Sheridan, and this young lady is...?"

"My wife," Elliot Sheridan stated with perfect composure.

"Your wife?"

"What? Don’t we look like a good match?" Elliot Sheridan wrapped an arm around Georgia Thorne, pulling her into his embrace. His palm brushed against her hair, which felt incredibly soft to the touch.

"Not at all!" Rhys Hawkins immediately laughed to cover his awkwardness. "President Sheridan and Mrs. Sheridan are a match made in heaven. A perfect pair!"

Rhys Hawkins was utterly shocked. He had heard rumors that Elliot Sheridan had personally admitted to being married, but until this very moment, no one had ever seen his wife.

Countless people speculated that either Elliot Sheridan was hiding his wife incredibly well, or this "Mrs. Sheridan" didn’t exist at all.

Given the rumors circulating about Elliot Sheridan’s marriage, most people believed the latter.

Rhys Hawkins was one of them.

Bringing a date is practically a requirement when attending an important event like this.

Rhys Hawkins had assumed the woman beside Elliot Sheridan was just an ordinary date—especially given her casual attire—but he never would have guessed she was his wife.

It was safe to say that the Mrs. Sheridan standing before them had defied everyone’s expectations.

He took a closer look at Georgia Thorne. She was beautiful, though not in a stunning, world-altering way. But the longer he looked, the more he appreciated her unique charm.

To say he wasn’t shocked would be a lie.

It wasn’t just Rhys Hawkins; even Georgia Thorne herself was stunned by Elliot Sheridan’s words.

Elliot Sheridan smiled, satisfied, and glanced down at the demure-looking Georgia Thorne.

Her head was bowed, so he couldn’t see her expression or guess what she was thinking.

From the moment he’d stood beside her, he couldn’t wait. He was determined to publicly announce their relationship tonight.

The timing was perfect. He bent down slightly, his voice full of affection. "Georgia, how about saying hello to President Hawkins?"

Georgia Thorne stared at the tips of her shoes, a little angry that he had so publicly declared her his wife.

’He’s gone on business trips for so long without sending a single text, and now he comes back and announces my identity as Mrs. Sheridan without even asking me.’

"Apologies, President Hawkins. My wife might be having a little tiff with me. Please don’t mind her," Elliot Sheridan explained to Rhys Hawkins when she remained silent.

Georgia Thorne clenched her fists. ’Am I having a tiff?’

How could Rhys Hawkins possibly dare to mind? Even if he had a hundred times the courage, he wouldn’t dare be bothered by Georgia Thorne.

The atmosphere grew quiet. Just then, the previously silent Georgia Thorne finally spoke up. "Hello, President Hawkins."

"Hello, Mrs. Sheridan!" Rhys Hawkins replied, clearly flattered and eager to please.

A faint smile spread across Elliot Sheridan’s face. His mood couldn’t be better.

"President Hawkins, if you’ll excuse us, I’m going to show my wife around," Elliot Sheridan said, before leading Georgia Thorne away.

"Showing her around" meant introducing Georgia Thorne to his friends in the business world.

Georgia Thorne didn’t resist. With a smile playing on her lips, she proactively linked her arm with his, playing the part of a loving, devoted couple.

Before long, everyone in their circle knew the identity of the woman by Elliot Sheridan’s side.

The venue was filled with reporters. Elliot Sheridan, who normally hated having his picture taken, was in such a good mood that he tacitly allowed them to photograph him and Georgia Thorne together.

The host, who was giving a speech on stage, suddenly called out her name.

Georgia Thorne let go of his arm. Elliot Sheridan patted her shoulder. "Go on up."

"Okay."

To better showcase the works in the collection, Georgia Thorne, as the designer, had to go on stage and give a speech about the theme of her creations.

Georgia Thorne was a little nervous, but she stood on stage with composure and began to explain the concepts behind her designs.

She spoke beautifully. As she talked animatedly about her own work, her eyes lit up with passion, and her expression became radiant.

After finishing her speech, Georgia Thorne gave a deep bow to the audience and left the stage. The next speaker was Kai.

Elliot Sheridan stood just offstage, having watched her every expression and movement with rapt attention.

"How did I do just now?" she asked nervously, her beautiful eyes filled with anticipation.

She reminded him of a small child asking for a piece of candy. He smiled and said, "You did great."

Elliot Sheridan rarely gave compliments, making Georgia Thorne one of the very few exceptions.

Georgia Thorne’s eyes immediately curved into a smile. She patted her chest. "My heart was about to pound out of my chest!"

Her fingers accidentally brushed against the suit jacket she was wearing, and her expression changed. "Oh no!"

"What’s wrong?"

"I was wearing your suit jacket when I went up there!" Georgia Thorne said anxiously. "It’s over! Does this mean everyone will know about our relationship?"

"..." The corner of Elliot Sheridan’s mouth twitched. ’Then what was the point of me desperately introducing her to everyone just now?’

After the exhibition came the banquet.

Georgia Thorne sat with Elliot Sheridan at a table where she was the only woman.

Many people hoping to curry favor with Elliot Sheridan came over to offer toasts. They were so polite about it that Elliot Sheridan couldn’t refuse them.

After Elliot Sheridan had downed five or six glasses of liquor, Georgia Thorne, sitting beside him, subtly tugged on his sleeve. "Stop drinking."

’His stomach issues just cleared up. If he keeps drinking like this, it’s definitely going to flare up again.’

Hearing this, a warm feeling spread through Elliot Sheridan’s chest. "Alright. I’ll listen to you."

He finished the drink in his hand, set the glass down, and settled in beside Georgia Thorne.

But this crowd wasn’t about to let Elliot Sheridan off so easily. At a Chinese banquet table, sometimes you have to drink even when you don’t want to.

Georgia Thorne couldn’t bear to watch any longer and took the glass from Elliot Sheridan. "I’ll drink for him."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, not expecting Georgia Thorne to be so forward.

Everyone’s first instinct was to look at Elliot Sheridan, who just smiled. "My wife can hold her liquor. Let her drink in my place."

"To Mrs. Sheridan! Congratulations on your marriage to President Sheridan!"

Georgia Thorne’s tolerance was indeed high, but even she couldn’t withstand the relentless barrage of toasts.

Soon, she was dizzy from the alcohol and leaned wearily into Elliot Sheridan’s embrace.

Elliot Sheridan shot them a single look, and the men who were about to offer another toast all backed down.

He looked down, his gaze falling on Georgia Thorne’s face. Her fair skin was flushed from the alcohol, and her long, curled lashes trembled slightly.

He scooped Georgia Thorne up into his arms. "My wife is drunk. I’m going to take her home first. You all carry on!"

After tonight, everyone understood just how well Elliot Sheridan treated his wife.

He broke the hearts of countless single women, all of whom now envied Georgia Thorne immensely.

Georgia Thorne was carried into the car by Elliot Sheridan, where she slept quietly in his arms, perfectly still.

Owen Sawyer thought for a moment, then drove the car toward Elliot Sheridan’s private apartment.

It was late at night, and the elevator was empty. Elliot Sheridan carried Georgia Thorne into the apartment.

Georgia Thorne had been docile at first, but the moment they entered the apartment, she started to get restless.

Elliot Sheridan placed her on the bed and pulled the comforter over her, but she grew restless and immediately kicked it off.

If that were all, it would have been fine. But Georgia Thorne was also uncomfortable in her sleep and started trying to take off her clothes.

"Hot... so hot!" Georgia Thorne mumbled, struggling to free her arms and legs from the covers.

"Just stay covered for a little while, you won’t be hot later," Elliot Sheridan said, then immediately felt like an idiot. ’Why am I even talking to a drunk?’

She didn’t hear him, just kept muttering about how hot it was. Her sharp nails scraped across the back of Elliot Sheridan’s hand, leaving three long, thin, bloody scratches.

A certain person’s eyes instantly darkened. He hastily tucked the comforter around her and fled the bedroom.

After his hasty retreat, Elliot Sheridan went straight to the bathroom for a cold shower, then came out and sat on the living room sofa.

He waited quietly for half an hour. Unable to stop thinking about the situation in the bedroom, he grew agitated and paced back inside.

Inside, Georgia Thorne had finally fallen into a quiet sleep, but the sight that greeted him was almost too much to bear.

Georgia Thorne whimpered. Her pale face peeked out, and she opened her unfocused eyes. "Elliot, I’m thirsty."

Then she closed her eyes again, as if she had been talking in her sleep.

Elliot Sheridan hurried out, got some warm water, and brought it back into the room.

In the ten minutes he was gone, Georgia Thorne had somehow ended up sleeping on top of the comforter.

’Is she testing me?!’

He pulled the comforter back over her, then helped her sit up. "Georgia, wake up and drink some water."

Georgia Thorne struggled to open her eyes. Seeing him, she looked surprised. "Elliot? What are you doing here?"

"...Drink." ’I’m not going to argue with a drunk.’

After she drank some water, Elliot Sheridan helped her lie back down.

Just as Elliot Sheridan stood up, Georgia Thorne sat up in a panic, grabbing his sleeve and looking at him with even more confusion. "Where are you going?"

"Good night. You should get some sleep."

"No! I want to sleep with you!" In her current state, Georgia Thorne was completely incoherent, rambling without thinking. "Is it because you don’t want to sleep with me? If you’re tired of me, you can just say so. I’ll pack up and leave tomorrow, and you’ll never have to see me again!"

As she spoke, her voice even took on an aggrieved tone.

Elliot Sheridan was left speechless. But if he stayed, he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to control himself.

"No, that’s not it. I still have some work to do. You go to sleep first, and I’ll come join you later."

"No! I want you to sleep with me now!" When Georgia Thorne got into one of her unreasonable moods, no one could stop her. "In your heart, what’s more important? Your work, or me?"

"You, of course."

"Then hurry up and come to bed with me!"

"..."

Elliot Sheridan suspected she was only pretending to be drunk, that she was lucid enough to be laying a trap for him. But then he considered that if she were sober, she would never be so shameless as to beg him to sleep with her.

"Alright, fine. I’ll turn off the lights. You go to sleep."

Hearing that he would stay and sleep with her, Georgia Thorne beamed at Elliot Sheridan and happily burrowed under the covers.