Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Chloe had a hard time getting out of bed. She mustered the little strength she had and pressed the button to call the maid.

Although she had been asleep for hours, Chloe was still quite exhausted and sore. Boswell must have ridden her like a stallion on steroids.

The girl Boswell brought back pushed the door open, but she wasn't dressed in a maid's uniform. As she entered the room, Rosa greeted Chloe with a half-hearted enthusiasm. "Hello, Mrs. Huo."

The mess in the room stung her eyes. Anyone with an ounce of sense could tell that Boswell and Chloe were engaged in some kind of wild sexual adventure in this room.

Leaning against the headboard of the bed, Chloe glanced at Rosa with a hint of arrogance and said, "Prepare some food for me."

"Yes, ma'am!" No matter how reluctant Rosa was, she had to do as Chloe said because it was her duty as a maid of the Huo family.

After Chloe came out of the bathroom, almost an hour later, she looked around and realized that the maid still hadn't brought her midnight snack yet.

She shook her head, dismissing all thoughts on the matter and replaced the sheet that had traces of blood on it with a fresh one.

At around two o'clock in the morning, Rosa finally served Chloe the midnight snack—two slices of bread and a cup of yogurt. Rosa pretended to be guilty and said, "I'm sorry, ma'am. I don't know how to use the toaster as this is my first time being a maid. Would you like to have something else instead?"

Chloe smiled and politely refused, "It doesn't matter."

After Rosa left the room, Chloe took her phone out and called Boswell. "Can you get something to eat when you're back?" 'Hmm... what should I call this man from now on? Honey or Boswell?' she thought to herself.

Boswell hadn't finished his work yet, but when he heard her words, he recalled how beautiful she looked in the afternoon, and took it as an invitation of some sort. He put down the document in his hand and said, "Sure! I'll be right over!"

Half an hour later, Rosa was in the kitchen munching away at some fruits when she heard the sound of engine turning off. She scrambled to put the fruits away and pretended to clean the counter.

After changing into his slippers, Boswell walked past the living room and went upstairs without looking at the kitchen.

Five minutes later, Rosa was called upstairs.

In the room, Chloe had a casual, nonchalant expression on her face as she nibbled on a piece of bread, as though nothing had happened.

However, the cold expression on Boswell's face drove shivers down the nervous girl's spine as he glared at her furiously and yelled, "Is this your idea of a midnight snack?"

don't know how to use the toaster yet..."

to let my wife eat toast at night? What is the point of me bringing you here if you can't even take

to cook

patience to continue this argument anymore, so he waved at her dismissively and said,

him to see how Rosa treated her. Boswell quickly sat down next to the woman with an embarrassed look on his face as he

food in her mouth and comforted him with a smile, "Don't blame yourself over this. This bread isn't that bad. Besides, something is

He ordered him to bring over some food

asking someone else to bring her some food, she was appreciative of his

spread over the dining table downstairs was an expansive range of dishes, hot enough to

hand and brought her downstairs so she could have a taste of whatever she wanted. After a seemingly satisfying "midnight snack," the couple decided that it was

much quieter at home. On the third night, however, when Boswell returned to the villa,

young man, perhaps in his twenties, was mopping the floor quietly in the living room. As soon as he

furrowed as he looked at him

can cook, do housework and repair household electrical appliances." The young man's positive attitude and confidence annoyed Boswell all the

what was going on. "Where is my wife?" he

gave her a massage," the

her a what?' Did he

strode upstairs without saying another

in the bedroom when he pushed the door open and walked

bedside and looked at the woman who had her

her eyes and answered, "Not

up, however, the man pressed his body against hers. Running his

give me a head rub. Turns out the man is really good at giving massages too.

temples, I started to feel so much better." 'How dare she

his teeth, he gently bit her earlobe and said, "I'll have Rosa sent away tomorrow, but you'll have to say good-bye to the young man downstairs too.

her eyes, Chloe feigned confusion and asked, "Why? Aren't they good

Boswell said, "I brought a young woman back and you brought a young man back home. What would people think

sound very inappropriate..." Chloe pretended

forget to send

where exactly do you want me to