Surprised Wife With Twins novel Chapter 1307

Chapter 1307 Poor Health Affects Pregnancy

"Come with me," Kevin said to her, then turned to the panel of interviewers, "Thank you for your hard work."
"Of course, I will introduce the new hires to the company culture tomorrow morning."
"Mm."
Kevin, holding the documents, turned to leave. Saskia Holt quickly bowed to everyone and followed him out, letting out a long sigh of relief.
"What kind of luck does this girl have?"
"It's truly miraculous."
"Hahaha."
The interviewers didn't object to Kevin's decision. As long as this girl could handle the job, there was no harm.
Kevin led Saskia Holt into the elevator, pressing the number 1. "I need to drop off these documents first, then I'll take you to the president's office."
"Okay." Saskia Holt was a bit formal, obediently following beside him.
She wasn't a wealthy socialite, just a girl from a family with decent conditions. Her parents ran a small business and she had always excelled in her studies. If she wanted a good future, she had to work hard herself.
"Hello, my name is Kevin." As the elevator descended, the young man extended his hand to her, introducing himself. "I'm the president's special assistant."
"Nice to meet you, Kevin." Saskia Holt gave him a respectful bow before shaking his hand. "I'm Saskia Holt!"
Ding, the elevator stopped.
Kevin released her hand and stepped out. Saskia Holt followed him.
Those who had been eliminated hadn't left the hall yet. Seeing this scene, they were incredulous. Hadn't this girl fled in the middle of the interview?
How come she's only coming out now?
She was Saskia Holt, wasn't she?
Kevin happened to run into an executive. He handed the executive the documents, exchanged a few words, then returned to the elevator with Saskia Holt.
As the elevator doors closed and began to ascend, Saskia Holt felt a surge of joy. Unseen to them, the unsuccessful candidates in the hall speculated about Saskia's sudden fortune.
"What happened? Was she given a position in the president's office?"
"It seems likely."
"So, it was an internal appointment, huh-"
"I knew it, there's no such thing as absolute fairness in this world."
In the quiet elevator, Kevin and Saskia couldn't hear these comments. As the elevator ascended, Saskia felt a rush of happiness.
She couldn't help but take out her phone to message Claire, sharing the news about her new job.
The weather was beautiful that day. The sky was a brilliant blue with fluffy clouds drifting across it like cotton candy in the wind. The breeze carried the scent of wildflowers.
Truth be told, it was a perfect day for mountain climbing. It was late autumn, neither cold nor hot.
Rowan had been trekking up the mountain with Claire, who was proving to be somewhat of a hindrance. They had covered an eighth of the distance up Arkpool City's tallest mountain, which was about eight hundred meters high.
"Tired? Let's rest a bit." Rowan let go of her hand and stood looking down the steps they had climbed.
Claire bent over, hands on her knees, panting as she admired the view from this height. "The view is already great from here. I can see the houses all spread out."
"The view is even better from the top." Rowan's gentle gaze fell on her. "You really should exercise more, do your legs feel sore?"
"Not too bad, I'm not that weak."
Rowan suddenly said, "Poor physical health can affect pregnancy."
Whoosh!
Claire's cheeks reddened as she incredulously turned her gaze toward him.
The moment she met Rowan's eyes, her heartbeat faltered for an instant. It was clear just how much she liked him. They were already together, yet her heart still fluttered.
Seeing her discomfort, the corner of Rowan's mouth lifted in a gentle smile.
"Just kidding," he said in a warm tone.
At that moment, a notification sounded from Facebook. Claire quickly pulled out her phone to check the message. Saskia Holt had sent a long text. As she read it attentively, she found it incredibly melodramatic; the story could practically be written into a novel.
"Who is it?" Seeing how engrossed she was, Rowan was a little jealous. "It's not Tristan, is it?"